The Love Birds
Oil on Belgium Linen, 78 x 63cm
Most of the finches were gathered just outside the room where the love birds were seated. The ordeal had been dragging on for days now, and the suffocating heat did not help. The air flowing in from the Gulf of Carpetaria was saturated, heavy, and slow.
“What can you see from your vantage point over there on the teacup?” enquired one of the impatient flock hanging from the Sturt rose vine.
“She is still giving him a cold shoulder,” the onlooker replied.
The finch dangling from the ceiling piped up, ”This is so tedious! I miss the good old days of MAFS, and swiping left or right!”
Just then a slight breeze danced down the jolly yellow staircase, and carried with it an old familiar tune, “You can’t hurry love, you just have to wait. Love don’t come easy, it’s a game of give and take…”