The Kangaroo Collective
Motionless Eastern Grey mob
frozen with fear,
landscape gardening statues,
the only clue to life,
rotating at seemingly 360 degrees
like a periscope
trying to shake off the sea,
ever alert to the slightest whisper of danger.
fight or flight.
Like a tightly wound spring that uncoils in an instant, one flees.
The agoraphobic escapes the shopping centre.
A sudden thumping alarm,
set off by the bolter,
catapults the mob outwards.
There is no synchrony
like a flock of parrots flying kites in the sky.
The kangaroo collective
mindlessly explodes in all directions,
erratic zigzagging across the plains,
confusing predators with
Muscles of leg and tail store energy
like the springs of a pogo stick.
Elastic storage of hopping energy
in tendons, released into
effortless bounding motion.
Large muscular males
traverse the ground
with powerful hind legs
Females, most weighted down
with joey-filled pouches
are not so fast.
struggle to keep up with their mothers.
Instinct has kicked in
the brain of the mammal takes a back seat.
One kangaroo apart from the collective
hops into the path
Beauty in motion; motionless corpse.
A crow’s meal lays waiting.
The mob reforms
to graze again.
If this poem sounds familiar it may be because it is based on a short prose piece I blogged ages ago (when I first started blogging). Here is the link to the original mob observations.