After wrestling with the usual tangle of messages and mischief‑makers, I stepped onto the track for a breath of real air. The wattlebirds were already there, perched and unbothered, reminding me that the sky has no time for scammers or phishers — and neither should I.
Wattlebirds Are No Log-jammers
After wading through my pool of emails,
the clean-up I had planned did fail.
Anyhow, it was time for my morning walk
among nature’s wattlebirds and hawks.
Despite the cool, misty rain
The refreshing breeze will clear my foggy brain
Not far along the wet, winding track,
I see a wattlebird having a peaceful nap,
perched high up in the tree’s branches,
oblivious to humanity’s modern advances.
Beautiful wattlebirds are not log-jammers,
river phishers, or honey scammers
They are free to do as they please
and can fly away from any tight squeeze.
A small reminder that the sky is always wider than the noise.
Ivor Steven © May 2026
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I really like this poem, Ivor. Birds are wonderful creatures.
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Yes indeed, and I’m an avid bird watcher and my many photos often inspire my writings, Robbie
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Good thoughts to leave the troubles behind.
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Thank you kindly, Sadje
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You’re welcome 💞
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Wonderful words and photos, dear Ivor 🥰
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Thank you for your kind words … haha, my solution to being tangled in computer mess/messages, is to go outside and flying around with the birdies … the problems of the world are soon forgotten, ‘with your head in the clouds’ … happy flying my friend
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I say whatever works, my dear friend. Sounds like you have the situation well in hand! 🥰
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freebirds!
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