Up through the scrub on a winding trail
At the dawn of a sun kissed day
I strained for the sight of the black snake tail
Nearly walked on it yesterday.
For ‘twas there on the trail I’d recoiled in shock
When the stick stood up in haste,
To retreat with speed ‘neath a nearby rock
As I ran with no time to waste.
As I topped the rise in an open space
I paused while my heart pumped fast,
‘Twas a panorama of glorious grace
I began to relax at last.
In the meadow there on this hillside green
Were kangaroos in their group
And they paused and sniffed, taking in the scene
As the head ‘roo called his troop.
For this was intrusion of their space
And my presence instilled fear,
They’d fled from development in their place,
A home they’d treasured dear.
The head ‘roo stretched to his six-foot height
And he eyed with a steely glare,
Ready he was for potential fight
Should this hated-human dare.
So, I turned with regret from the lovely scene
And retraced my steps on track
From the ‘roo’s viewpoint developments mean
Removal with no turning back.
Then vacation time on the following year
I returned to this favoured place.
But to my surprise, and resulting tear,
‘Twas a new development base.
The trail was gone, and high on the hill
Earth movers ploughed everything bare.
And I understood that it took no skill
Spoiling nature in our care.
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