A Silver Streak

• Aurora Beveridge, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2018

A silver streak through the morning mist,
Like a knife through butter.
The snakes hiss through the evening hush.
A lyre bird imitating beauty
That men themselves cannot compare.
A tingle down a young one’s spine after a piece of poetry divine.
The warble of a magpie there in the morning without a care.
A kookaburra laughing with scorn,
“Men such busy beings always moving, always wanting
never stopping to think about the beauty we live in.”