IN THE MUTED LIGHT OF . . .

In the muted light of daybreak, barely the horizon one could see
small bats capturing final mouthfulls, then disappearing in hollow tree
fluted pipings of pied butcher birds drifting on still, cool, morning air
an almost sacred atmosphere, not being disturbed by humans being here

Perfect backdrop to dawn chorus, whispy mists rising from nearby billabong
as the dawn light slowly increases, more birds join with their beautiful song
changing colour of morning light seems to be playing tricks before one's eyes
turning sandstone cliffs, all around, into myriad colours, as sun rises in sky

This is Mt Mulligan, formidable monolith, bigger than Ayers Rock, no less
swelling in size as light increases, rearing out of plain, appearing like fortress
pock-marked by eons of wind, rain, ochre coloured sheer cliffs, cloudy sky
ideal nesting place for peregrine falcons, protected, bird's eye view of prey

Here and there stands of skeleton trees, warming their 'bones' in midday sun
tiny leaves portruding from bleached branches, fully grown, not just begun
struggling up the last steepest stony incline, savouring the view to be had
westerly Great Dividing Ranges, easterly Feathered Ranges, dry, khaki-clad

Permanent waterhole, beginning of creek, in deep gorge of red rock disappearing
a ravine with reflective rock pools, lush ferns, shapes of kangaroos in clearing
in dim recess of cave, very easy to miss, beautiful, but faded paintings of animals
wasp nests, ghost bats, termites, soot from long ago campfires of Aboriginals

Presence of Aboriginal artists of times past, in almost sacred silence one could feel
whose hands, twig brushes, made these images on ancient stone canvas, surreal
Mt Mulligan's landscape remarkably diverse in flora, fauna, craggy cliff faces
in overall history, environment of Australia, one of those truly facsinating places