The Outback
By Aidan K
The sun beats down on the red desert,
The soil as vermilion as cinnabar powder
And seasons drier than firewood.
Not a single human in sight
But the seemingly devoid desert is teeming with life.
The scent of plants fills the air.
Reeds, Acacia and gum trees to name a few.
The animals come as well.
Dingoes killing whatever they can eat,
Emus drumming and booming and grunting
Like there’s no tomorrow.
Koalas climbing Eucalyptus trees before their daily nap,
Wombats digging and foraging and sleeping.
The hissing and clicking and growling of kangaroos
As beautiful brown fur glistens and shines in the sunlight.
In the harsh heat of the sun
You might see a mess,
But they see a home.