Musings on Mirrool Creek: Episode Two – Wallaruby Wanders and Wonders

Musings on Mirrool Creek


  This second episode, of a longer work, draws on an experience of the flooding of the Mirrool Creek NSW (Australia) back in 2012.  Only this is different.  It is a fictional tale about how animals responded to the flood.  When I was a youngster I was familiar with both Kenneth Grahame’s The Wind in the Willows (1908)and Ethel Pedley’s Dot and the Kangaroo (1899).  Evidently, both had an impact on me.

Episode Two – Wallaruby Wanders and Wonders

After the flood

A wallaby could be seen.

Not any wallaby.

This was Wallaruby,

And she twitched and scratched

At silt on her strong

And noble

Hind legs.

Then, leaned over

Ever so carefully,

To sip from a pool.

This pool was at a place

special to them.

Three parts of the creek

Came together

Like three toes of one claw.

Generations of wallabies

Had gathered here to

Drink, having come down

From their ironbark woodland

On higher ground.

Then a dazzling light shone

Back near the horizon.

It came closer and brighter

A whining noise and

“Oh no!”

Wallaruby gasped.

But it passed

As quietly as it came,

Its sound replaced by

“Urrr, urrr!” Thump! Thump!


In the drying delta

Two wallaby bucks fought.

Forepaws gouging in a

Left, right, left. Left, right.


Hind legs too –

Thud! Thud!

Wallaruby pretended

Feigned disinterest

By licking at

a succulent stem.

On the fight went as it sang:

            We are the instinct of the fittest,

            The males will fight this way

             And the greatest witness,

             Is the one who holds the sway.

            For when this fight is over

            The loser goes that day

           And the dandy-randy victor

           Will then have his way.

As the fight subsided

Wallaruby was seen heading

Into the light scrub of wattle

The victorious buck close behind.

Sometime later

Wallaruby was seen

Silhouetted against the rising sun.

A swelling beneath her belly

Could barely be noticed.

But hark!

Look closer!

From the belly

A little face

Could be spotted

And looking up

It was a mini form

Of a head

Just like Wallaruby

Fluffy ears, leather nose.

A little wallaby pouched

In the care

Of a very proud Wallaruby

Who, ever so gently

Stooped and drank

From a pool

by the billabong .

Simon C.J. Falk      16 January 2015


Author: simonfalk28

Country lad, Focussing on verse.

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