
Sonnet Requiem for a Phoney Life.
© Ron Boughton 24/8/23
Soft shadowed sunlight shimmered through the dome
Of towering blue gums lofty canopy,
Spotlighting sward of native grass and loam
On which a lyrebird danced all feathery.
His mimic calls were but recital grand
As just me and the dog watched, mesmerised
A display I found hard to understand
Enjoyed more than normal; I analysed.
Such scenes in native forests are not rare
But why, did I enjoy with fresh intrigue
This bird unconcerned of our presence there
I felt that I had joined a smarter league!
Then hit me why such peaceful seeds were sown,
Fact being; I didn’t take my mobile phone!