The Peaceful Life Of A Quokka
By Annabelle S
The Australian Quokka in the
Warm moist soil zipped back
Beneath the pistachio tree
On Wiradjuri land, watches carefully
skeptical to approach
I smell the wet leaves in my backyard
That I have lived in for many years
Underneath the pistachio tree
As night falls the Quokka jumps
Over the moon grabbing the stars
I still sit there watching
Wondering what his feeling
Whether he has noticed me
Suddenly he lays eyes on me
He has noticed me
He continues scavenging
But always comes back to looking at me
As if I was an alien from outer space