The lorikeets are feeding in the tea tree out the front. I have watched them feeding on the tea tree flowers and was inspired to write this poem.
Rainbow man in the tea tree
They laugh at dawn on the summer morn.
They hate the heat of the lunchtime beat.
They cry at night while the bats fight.
They sleep with an eye to weep.
Plovers wish they nest like lovers.
The treasure of a home to pleasure.
Plenty of honey to fill a tummy,
In a forest of truth good parrots are honest.
Yellow are the fruit too plenty to recruit.
Ripe from a pour of tropical down score.
Know it matters when the tree shatters,
Because parrots fighting makes for wild lightning.