I heard the wallabies mouths going chomp as I handed them their crumble food.
I heard mum heaving and hoeing as she lifted the heavy gate.
I saw their sharp claws grasping onto me as they ate.
I felt funny when the wallabies ate from my hands.
I felt happy when I stroked their soft fur near its tail.
I wondered if we would run out of food to feed them.
I wondered what the surprise at the end was going to be.
Great poem Jonte. I love Wallabys. Were you at the park near Waimate?
ReplyDeleteI don't remember struggling with the gates. I'll need to get fitter!
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