The rain is here, drizzling,
spare
Hardly enough to wet the
ground
So light, it doesn’t really
go around
Not enough to water
everywhere
Just enough to drip and
cause
A settling of the bulldust
that is here
It hardens fast until you
dig
Feels like solid rock, not
really deep
Enough to grow some grass
for
The rabbits and hares
And then when sunset comes
The roos arrive to have a
drink
At the dogs water dish
Below the garden tap and
hose.
I fill it up several times a
week
Some days I look out the window
To have a peek, at all the
creatures
Who come to drink and slake
their thirst
At this little oasis in the
bush.
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