Disturbance

Bird in the garden calling so long without any response. Neither the front nor pair of roof windows showed any sign of light. There was the old lemon out there, the kaffir lime, Bab’s almond and apple and the later native plantings that had some fragrance of their own. Third week of September, early Spring blustery and cool again, the heavy doona returned and pulled up close over the ears. While the bird continued the low grind of traffic on the freeway started. It reminded of the Japanese story of the disturbed girl in her apartment, only settling herself once she had brought a goldfish into her living space.