Bong, bong, bong, jumping nonstop.

Their brown fur bouncing up and down.

Looking towards the grass,

while gazing at clouds.

 

Something popping out of a kangaroo's

pouch,

watching them while sitting in a couch.

Jumping towards their dome,

while I am in my home.

 

Can't wait to see them again,

but I might not see them for a second

Time.

 

Waking up in the morning,

but having no sight of them.