Tis the night before Christmas ...

It’s the night before Christmas
and all through the night
the tree frogs are warbling
to the Christ child’s delight.

A star to guide ...

I look to the heavens, too cloudy for star guidance ...
a travellers plight.
The car tyres are squealing
as they race off into the night.

Silent Night? Not likely!

The ta-ta’s are sleeping
in their leafy hides.
The locals are yelling …
sounds like they have imbibed.

The dogs, they are barking
disturbed from their sleep
in response to the yelling.
Can anyone sleep?

Two geckos are fighting over one desperate moth
who, like Icarus, flew too close to the light.
Unless he shows sheer strength to escape
he wont make this Christmas night.

Winter wonderland? Huh?

No hope of tradition
in this tropical town.
No snow or sleigh rides
it’s aircon to cool down.

Tis the week before Christmas

Tis the week before Christmas
a hot steamy night.
Not a gecko is clicking
No squeaking of mice.