Today NaPoWriMo's prompt asks us to take a walk and make some notes on what we see. I'm not particularly ambulatory at the moment after damaging my ankle so I took an imaginary, memory-based walk around our property.
After rain
In the morning we
wake
to the sound of
water
running into the
tank
although we did
not hear the rain
and I know the
ants
will be busily
frantic
around their
landscaped holes
each one a small
but terrifying
force of nature,
kangaroos will
find
new shoots that
have
sprung up like a
magician’s
bouquet in the
time
it took for the
rain to soak in,
there will be
divots in the dust
of the driveway
but it will
still be dusty,
the swallows will
take the
opportunity of
damp earth
to resume construction of their
mud bowl nests
under the front
verandah
where we will
knock them
down, discouraging
their site selection
and loudly
suggesting other perfectly
suitable places
for swallows
to raise a family,
the colours under
the grey sky
will be darker and
deeper
than when they are
washed
out by the full
sun and we will
drink coffee and
wonder
how many
millimetres we got.
I open my eyes and stretch.
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