Traveling by night in rural Australia we are vigilant for the sight of kangaroos. Little did I suspect it would be a black chook that would have me breaking my speed.
The Wayward Chook
Look, look! Look, look!
It’s a wayward chook
Crossing my way
Oh, I do say,
This is crook
In my book
To stop for a chook!
We worry about the kangaroos
On our nightly driving rendezvous –
Behind the tree
Can you see
A macropod bounding absently?
But I’m astounded
As my wheels rounded
A little town
After the sun went down
Crossing the road
Carefree of load
A black chook passed my bow.
All is well that ends up well
And the tale I tell
Meant none of us fell.
For both the chook on the wander
And this writer here yonder
Lived on to ponder
The eventful meeting
However fleeting
At the close of this day.
Simon C.J. Falk 25 May 2016
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