Along the towering walls
rocks and leaves share common hues,
now russet autumn washed by late rain,
glinting in the between clouds sun.
Latex and lycra spawn a different palette.
The wired and colourful young
float along Cataract Walk
whilst the more mature labour, with dignity.
From under rocks, behind bush,
unknown varieties of wildlife
watch this passing parade
and muse on human kind.
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