It’s quiet, undisturbed. 

Then there’s a buzz, a frightening buzz. 

Sawdust flies, birds squawk. 


If a tree falls in a forest, 

Small things hear it loudest. 

Little paws scamper across the dry ground, 

Hoping there is another home to be found. 


The buzzing continues, it’s getting louder still. 

The sky is dark, the sea is swelling. 

There are cries for mothers, bellows for fathers.


Tiny limbs continue to search,

For a resting place on which to perch.

A little joey clings on frightened,

As its mother’s ears stand alert and listen.


It’s a short scuffle, very brief.

The dingo gets its feed, scuttles back into the shadows.

There is silence once more.