Australasian Wren

Hidden in the depths of the eucalypt forest,

Dozens of birds rest in the night.

But one stands out from the crowd.

An obscure sapphire bird flits through the limp leaves

Enveloped in moonlight.

The Australasian wren

My gaze is pulled in every direction, 

As this dainty creature’s wings paints me a picture:

A silhouette in the glow of the moon

Twirling through the branches

A glint of azure, cerulean, cobalt,

A whisper of colour in the washed out shadows of the night.