The peacefulness of the pool was broken as the “fly-in fly-out” squad bomb dived into it. The ruffled locals moved out of their path and let them get on with all the showing off, the noisy social commentary, and the ubiquitous attempt of some new FIFO to hook up with someone elses partner. They would have to wait to get their peaceful life back again: after all, migrating birds don’t stick around very long.
This one has been banging around my head for over a month since I saw a flock of migrating birds swoop down into the dam in the paddock next door, and in that time I lost my flow – I really should have written it when it barged into my brain.
Happiness is kind words from a friend …..