Poetry Porch: Poetry


by Chris Wallace-Crabbe

                           Along the ruts
                           and raffia-coloured grasses
                           three disconcerted kangaroos
                           move in close to the electrified
                           paddock fence.

                           Not having read
                           about the Three Bears
                           the big one springs over the top
                           while baby wriggles underneath,
                           leaving the teenager

                           in two marsupial minds,
                           neither under nor over,
                           having to hop on wondering
                           stage after stage
                           along that unresponsive wire.

Copyright © 2007 by Chris Wallace-Crabbe