Shining Cheshire Cat moon, like it knows all our secrets. “Just tell me one” I beg but it only grins and grins and grins.
I can tell the people who have come down from the hills. They are yellow eyes reflecting.
A small finch flutters on the tips of puriri leaves. The rumble of an invisible airplane bounces around the cloud blanketed hills.
The only things to do are the things that need to be done and I don’t want to do them.
Parsing our conversation for understanding. Meaning hides like sparrows diving into lush green grass.
Pink grass skirt on a man. Voices rolling up to the roof. A watercoloured sky.