The last light rests on Belougery Split Rock,
illuminating jagged fluted edges.
Eroded, battered.
Mallee Eucalypts cascade from the saddle,
down the eastern slope,
until they reach another sheer rock face.
The Mallees tumble again.
Rosellas flit and flirt about,
cockatoos call,
a joey drinks.
The tail of cloud rolls over to clear skies.
the suns last light painting the edge.
This day……..
will be a good memory.
