Mysterious Wildlife
Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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This strange, fox-like animal is wandering into our garden in the Dromana Hills, Mornington Peninsula.
The animal has pronounced, dark markings round the eyes, but most remarkable is that the back appears to be striped and then the rear quarters appear hairless!
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Today, around 11am, I took these photos from my back verandah, which is well above the ground, and I am looking into a neighbour’s back garden with my camera lens on full zoom.
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The animal appeared to be making a rather disturbing, loud spitting sound ~ a bit like clearing large spittle in the back of the throat.
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And the animal could have been eating. I could hear a crunching sound in between spitting sounds.
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Wild mangey stranger
Unwelcome cold intrusion
Eerie predator
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Beach Dreams
Pic on Flickr by Gemma Wiseman ~ Old lady heading towards Flinders beach
A wintry beach has its own story
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Some ~
Rugged up ~
Bathe in the dream
Of ships
And wide blue ocean
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Others
Step doggedly into
Old dreams
Answers?
Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Walkway at Red Hill Consolidated school
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It is amazing ~
I wasn’t looking for an answer
But I found one
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Today was once flecked
With sunlight
But grew into a grey afternoon
With dramatic billows
Of cloud ~
I wanted pics
Desperately ~
But the gods schemed
To railroad me
Where I had no intention
Of going
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I drove down into
Main Ridge
Through glorious caverns
Of magical
Fluctuating
Stormy light ~
But there was nowhere
To park
To even stop
Because the holiday traffic
To vineyard heaven
Kept close
Bumper bar watch
Over my every move
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I turned down some unknown road
Narrow
Twisting
Circling ~
Circling all the way
Back
To where I began
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But I found somewhere to park
Opposite the village shops ~
Stepped out of my car ~
And precocious
Intermittent
Drizzling
Rain
Happily squelched
My brief moment of joy
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However
I am stubborn
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A village school
Waited
Right in front of my car
Complete with a range
Of well-sheltered walkways
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So I wandered in and found treasures ~
A mosaic tiled lounge
Birdfeeders
Painted in Dreaming ochres
Hung from trees
And there
Lining the walkways
Were posts
Painted posts ~
Painted in the blue of the sea
Dotted with ceremonial light
And touched
With the shape
Of a child’s hand
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The answer
To the strange posts
By the roadside
At Red Hill
Perhaps lay
In this world
Of children
Our future
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I felt quite strange
As if some Greater Being
Wanted me to make
The connection
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To appreciate the connection, see Posted messages? 2nd June, 2008
Toy Library
Pic on Flickr by Gemma Wiseman ~ Toy library, just off Main Street, Mornington.
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Tucked away
From the mainstream
Of shopaholics
Such a cute little old building
Dressed in a new coat of
Paint ~
And blessed with a touch
Of purple beauty ~
A gift of nature
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The idea seemed
A little different
To me ~
I have never known
A toy library ~
Such a lovely concept
Offering the right to play
To any child
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And yet
I feel
A rising sense of
Discomfort
Maybe even
Anger
That in our
Progressive world
Some cannot freely access
The child within
And need
To borrow playtime ~
Keeping in mind
It must be given
Back
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Sacred Archway
Pic on Flickr by Gemma Wiseman ~ Early morning view of entrance to Mornington park. This park is just at the end of Main Street shopping area. It overlooks Port Phillip Bay.
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An arched entrance
Always seems like
A sacred invitation ~
If you bring baggage
Put it down awhiles
If you bring tangled sadness
Let it drift
Ballooning
On breeze currents
In the clouds
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But viewing the entrance
From the other side
Always drenches
The return
In whitening
New light
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Realms Upstairs
Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Just a street scene from the Mornington Peninsula
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I almost passed this moment ~
I almost thought
It had no story
No message
No picturesque
Impact
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But then
I turned back
And
Looked again
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This was the first time
I had ever noticed
Someone
Living
Upstairs
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The hunch
Of the seated figure
Implied
Focus ~
Maybe reading
Maybe dreaming
Maybe simply
Letting the rare moment
Of warm
Winter sunlight
Linger
Through tired limbs
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Maybe
Even close to
Sleeping
In a very private
Sacred
World
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Upstairs
For thinking
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Downstairs
For others
To wonder ~
And move on
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Posted messages?
Pic on Flickr by Gemma Wiseman ~ Posts by the roadside at Red Hill, Mornington Peninsula
Somehow
I don’t want to know the real story
Of why these posts exist ~
I like to read them as they are ~
What they seem to represent
What they seem to say
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They gather
Like a corroboree
Of spirits ~
Ancient spirits maybe
Living silently
In the Dreamtime
Of now
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Blue for the waters of the bay
Far below
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Raw wood
For nature ~
Undressed beauty
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And then
Three posts
Symbolising elements
Of the human spirit
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An ochred
Earthy post
Swirling in hints of white
Ceremonial
Light
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A post boldly coloured
In dancing rings
Of celebration ~
Like a maypole
Of ribboned
Laughter
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And a post
Of
Handprints
A sign of touch
A sign of being
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Together
Beneath the boughs
Of sighing greens
They seem to be
Foundations
For another
Life
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P.S. On 7th June, I found a possible answer. See my posting Answers?
Nettings
Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ This could almost be a painting. There was a hint of mist and storm on a late winter’s afternoon. The pic was taken looking over vineyards at Red Hill, Mornington Peninsula.
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Failing light
Falls into mystical
Pale
Nettings
Capturing
Bursts of
Aging
Autumn
Colours
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But the rich green
Of hilly furls ~
Youth of the spirit ~
Vibrantly
Lives on
Boats in the Vineyard
Strange to find boats
Up-ended
In a sprawling landscape of colour
But to find
A sliver of nature
Inside
Is worth the art of
A smile
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