Coral Hull: Poetry: Bestiary: The Kangaroo Files/ 3. The Old Macropods/ A. Flying Kangaroos

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CORAL HULL: BESTIARY
THE KANGAROO FILES

3. The Old Macropods

A. Flying Kangaroos

The moon moves up the outback ridge & they turn chewing,
Raised on haunches to test & taste the night,
One ripple in the long grass or an owl dropping,
& the whole mob is spooked into flight,
Old boomers & blue flyers, from rocky ranges to open plains,
Remote & fabulous creatures, that spring into life,
Across the land where the sun has crossed the wind,
Following the heat that rises through the ground,
With tales of further ahead or far behind,
& eyes to cover the distance from left to right,
The history of the old macropods,
Told through the length & height of leaps,
& airborne bulk, over tangles of fence & crooked gates,
& haunted grey crossings of dry creek beds,
A tail lever forcing take-off, a rudder for varying hops & turns,
To the drinking places & to the sides of roads,
For shots of water sweetened with grass shoots,
Or midday wary beneath shady blue gums, or on the move at dusk,
Or edgy at night, in the sub divided paddocks,
& brackish white above the whisker mark,
As the tide of dawn rises up their faces, until the blood is warm,
& they are lit, into the action of flying,
Yet the land that flew fades so quickly,
In a pile of skins, exposed to sunlight, in a shooters' camp.

    

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