blending in debris
the blue tongue’s stillness
its shield
Phil Saunders
morning round—
one by one I greet
the garden’s skinks
Leanne Mumford
coastal taipan . . .
I backtrack along a road
best not taken
Lorin Ford
/
bolt hole
the river rock alive
with skinks
a
Jane Williams
a
cooinda mist
a river snake curls around
a jabiru’s beak
Vanessa Proctor
Echidna Tracks 