The wind shield streaked with red dust
and evening dew, we spot the small form
of a joey on the side of the dirt road,
its body white in the arc of the headlights.
For a moment, I think it's going to stay
in place even though we slow to a stop,
but then it turns, looking into the lights
and taking a hesitant hop into the road.
It stops again just watching, waiting
for something that we can't determine.
Another moment passes before it hops
across the road, over the line of bushes
at the edge, away, into the darkness.
Kangaroos seem like the (giant) squirrels of Australia. Like, "I...shit. What? Did they see me? What was I doing? RUNRUNRUN."
ReplyDeleteOnly, you know, more badass. Like everything in Australia.
They're just like deer in that they either freeze in front of the headlights and refuse to get out of the road or they jump out from the middle of nowhere to total your car.
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