Mother's Loss

I wake under a swaying gum,

My tummy growls greedily,

I get up.

My eyes peeled for native grasses,

Hop! Hope! 

I search for hours,

I find a strange clearing made of black rocks,

I am petrified but I need food,

I hop lazily into the clearing,

I gaze to my side,

Big white lights.

They hit me with significant force,

I stare down at my empty pouch,

My joey was not there!!!