Slowly winds the thick brown river br through the gently rolling plains br on her way to her mother the Sea. br In the rounded curves of her armpits br the quick silver fish slither and dart br blowing bubbles that spread out br as smooth geometrical circles br to disappear, against the slippery banks br br Sitting in the sun the grey green toad br enjoys the warmth with dark shaded eyes, br slyly measuring the reach of the sticky tongue, br weighing up the shining green blue dragonfly. br With a skillful flick the main course is served br and she settles to wait for instant dessert br br The sun glides quietly to rest under sail br pulling fluffy cummulus over her head. br Hark the choir tunes up for the night br bullfrogs booming, a bellow of bass, br screeching fiddle of bruin-suited locusts, br the whining zooming of the zazoo mosquito, br the owl has a short mournful solo woo hoo br and the quiet is lost from the night.