Bilby ^ - Poem by Diane Hine
Night arrived -
Bilby popped out of her burrow
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”.
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