No moon tonight, just a few pale stars between the dark shadows of the trees. A Morepork calls monotonously across the paddocks, and there’s a thump on the veranda as the neighbour’s cat does his rounds. In the lounge, the dog snores on, oblivious. I can’t sleep, and there are words scrambling through my brain, urging me to somehow write them down. I take a torch through to my study, tripping over the dog’s ball in the hallway as I go. Before I get back to bed a rooster is crowing from down in the valley.
of a Morepork
between the trees
(The Morepork is the New Zealand native owl. Legend has it that it comes to warn of a death in the family.)
Maureen Sudlow is a member of the New Zealand Poetry Society, and lives in the Kaipara, in the North of New Zealand. She loves poetry, photography and writing for children. She has published a children’s picture book Fearless Fred and the Dragon and has written for various on-line journals and magazines.