In the field, the kangaroo stands frozen
under the twisted wood that mimics a tree
and, for a moment, I think this creature
is also part of the landscape, unmoving,
solid.
My mind cannot decide
if it's animal
or plant,
so my feet slow to a stop
as I struggle to pull out the details
and make a choice.
As soon as I stop,
though,
the kangaroo springs into action,
bounding across the field,
further away from me
and my curiosity.
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