As I Was Walking Through The Bush by Nick Coyle
Read the poem here.
As I was walking through the bush,
Big sun rolling gold in the gums, I
Met a kangaroo, a big one too
Propped up on shaky arms.
‘Wait, mate,’ he whispered,
Voice flanked by white foam, red
‘Hark you to me, I’ve a secret for thee
Before I’m called home, dead.’