Wedge-tailed eagle circling overhead.
Perfect light. Close enough to see the feathers.
Camera's at home.
Currawong lands in the yard.
Right there on the fence. Unafraid.
Camera's charging.
Jumping spider on the dashboard.
Posing like it knows.
Camera's in the other bag.
But yesterday?
Walked around for three hours fully geared.
Memory card empty.
It's like they know.
The moment you're ready they vanish.
The moment you're not they perform.
Maybe the universe runs on Murphy's Photographic Law.
Perfect subjects only appear when you can't prove they existed.
Or maybe trying to capture the moment is what repels it.
