it is a boiling day
under the blue sky
& its high,
high
billowing clouds.
not a sound,
not a muscle moving.
birds buried
in the shade of branches
fast asleep.
& its high,
high
billowing clouds.
not a sound,
not a muscle moving.
birds buried
in the shade of branches
fast asleep.
This poem is copyright (©) Michael Buckingham Gray 2026
About the Writer
Michael Buckingham Gray
Michael is a poet, writer and creative writing tutor. His children's poems recently appeared in Australian Children's Poetry and Right Way Down and Other Poems (Fremantle Press). Other poems he has written have also appeared in Catchment – Poetry of Place, The Ecological Citizen and Frogpond.
