http://tnl-6.local/taxonomy/term/690/0 en-US http://tnl-6.local/node/657 <p><font color="green"><br /><br /> Two solitary campers in the dunes at Antechamber Bay, our first night on the island. The moon is brightful overhead when I'm ripped from my dreams by the presence and weight of a kangaroo on me. A giant roo, so heavy, squashing. I lie with stillness for a long time. When I eventually drag myself up out of my canvas cocoon I can't see him, he's dissolved into the sheltering scrub. Disappointed, relieved, I burrow back into sleep. In the morning Robyn reports her encounter with a wombat when she ventured out for a midnight jish. But this was no wombat sitting on me, it was kangaroo. Something about that heavy tail, those thumper bumper feet, the sweet grassy breath.</font></p> <p><a href="http://tnl-6.local/node/657" target="_blank">read more</a></p> http://tnl-6.local/node/657#comments English Poetry animals dreams indigenous Sat, 26 Jul 2008 02:35:18 +0000 doll_yoko 657 at http://tnl-6.local