I am glad to see there’s more prints on the track
than Grace and me; that just isn’t to say I ignore
me ol’ mate Podge’s doggy impressions, they’re
suggestions he’s been this way too - altho’ while
he’s passing thru he’s usually on lesser byways;
it’s t’ sniff scent that interesting things left, and t’
pee, th’ proper event goin’ dodgy places he’s so
intently keen upon, or maybe just following me
What we find today are distinct kangaroo tracks -
its that time o’ th’ year; in fact they’re all gadding
about at th’ mo’, of recent days we’ve seen half-
a dozen, tho they didn’t stop t’ say gidday which
suggests it's Spring already: - it reminds there’s
more out there’n you’ll usually get to see - and
In granting Grace her daily pat wi’ veggie scraps
I’m reminded - there’s pumpkins still to go - do y’
remember them? On offer, I propose, if y’ refrain
from gnawing ‘em before they’re ripe to pick - so
lock th’ gate she says, hide th’ key, I am a horse
pleased t’ be pumpkin-pampered occasionally
© 2 September 2015, I. D. Carswell
