Street Gum.

On the bike path near Mcarthur Avenue, in O’Connor, there is a row of majestic old gum trees. I feel like these trees have seen a lot over the years. I relate to them as old friends and say hello every time I go past. 

The cockies sit in the upper branches and screech at me loudly as I go past underneath. I don’t know what they are saying but imagine it to be quite rude and unflattering.  Such larrikins, those birds.