Diane Hine

(25 July 1956)

Bilby ^


Night arrived -
Bilby popped out of her burrow
Breakfast time!
Her lilly-pilly pink nose thrummed with incoming data:
SE – mouth-watering witchetty grub smells
SW – fusty feral rabbit smells
NNW - savoury seedy smells
SSE – foetid feral fox smells
NE – funky feral cat smells
NW – fresh fruity smells.

Bilby reached into her tulle-like, tulip petal ear
and pulled out a rifle. “Bring it on”, she squeaked
patting the cartridges inside her pouch –
“I’m game if you are”.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 26, 2014

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The bilby is a small, long-eared nocturnal marsupial, under threat from shrinking habitat, feral predators and competition from feral rabbits.

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  • Ken E Hall (3/31/2014 10:19:00 PM)

    A real cute and clever presentation of this little wonder animal, who brought the feral shockers in...when I let the pup out on the lawn at night I have to catch the cane toads in a bucket and I throw them into the canal I hate them but cannot kill any living thing poisonous or not...regards (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (3/30/2014 10:53:00 PM)

    This world of great joys in the world of these little friends proclaims the greater side of Diane, the poet of all. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (3/27/2014 11:06:00 AM)

    So her pouch has multi functions..... keeping the cartridges for emergency use...? Your world of animals is very interesting Diana! (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (3/26/2014 11:23:00 AM)

    Spoilt for choice - guess she had an ample breakfast. There are many interesting characters down-under Diane. (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (3/25/2014 7:33:00 PM)

    Bilby best shot around
    as she is caught loading another round
    I've unferraled the cats and boxed the foxes
    Come on the rifle's safety is off now (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (3/25/2014 7:18:00 PM)

    bilby bugger, best shot with a luger
    Don't tread on me as she loads another round
    I've unferraled the cat, boxed the fox
    Like I said don't mess with me (Report) Reply

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