Quokkas
By Rose M
Published 13 June 2023
Quiet, curious
Shards of light explode like shattered glass across the biting sea
Their eyes flicker open
Restless morning wind deluges the bay with a bitter cold
Gentle glow of the sun strikes the crisp zephyr
Inhale the icy air, taking it in
The shrubs oscillate between the sombre gale and the emerging heat
Revealing their inquisitive expressions hidden beneath the curtian
Run! Hide! It appraises
Flashes of brown replace the pale yellow sands
It seems effortless
A new life replaces the gentle quiet of the dusk
The grace and elegance of a swan
Estranged from civilization
Warm glow of morning wholly blinding them
Leaving nothing but footprints on the scattered ground
Fly with the soaring scenery
They are not kangaroos
They are
Quokkas