Such Luxury

We weren’t surprised when the wallaby at the dam 

didn’t say gidday; we’d seen ‘im earlier on th’ back 

lawn, at least he’d been standing then but up here 

he didn’t bother to rise, merely waved just an ear - 

I say, you’re happier I take it, like y’ found where it 

matters to you ’n the grub’s there for th’ taking if y’ 

into grazing; Cripes, ‘e intimates with a fluttery lug, 

y’ think this’s Australia Zoo or sumthin’, its th’ dam 

For crissake, where we separate suburbia from th’ 

naive world of articulated water supply; mate - this 

place isn’t t’ be sneered at but if y’re a lazy bugger 

th’ grass grows greener down where I’m lying - so 

why bother standing up to look like I’m doing what 

y’ think intimates I’m ill-at-ease with such luxury 

© 11 November 2015, I. D. Carswell