The Happy Mob

In the late afternoon under the trees,
The air was still with no breeze.
There stands a family of kangaroos,
The day was late with no time to lose.

Filling their bellies, chewing the grass,
Not even disturbed as noisy cars pass.
Calmly they gathered in a mob,
The same every night, they do their job.

No humans around to spoil the day,
Plenty of time to frolic and play.
The morning soon comes to end of the night,
Of back to the bushes, with hasty flight.