I stared through my window

at the Southern Brown bandicoot

that was scrambling through the crunching leaves

in a Gamilaraay paddock.

 

I smelt the sap of the eucalyptus tree.

The Southern Brown bandicoot

slides down the shimmering surface of water.

 

The bandicoot scratches through the leaves,

not leaving a spider in sight.

He finds nice patch of leaves

and scratches through the night.