kangaroo collective

The Kangaroo Collective

Motionless Eastern Grey mob
of kangaroos,
frozen with fear,
landscape gardening statues,
twitching ears
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.

Adrenaline overdose,
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
unpredictability.

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
at speed
with powerful hind legs
thudding.

Females, most weighted down
with joey-filled pouches
– not so fast.

Out-of-pouch youngsters
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

of traffic

– Collected –

instant death

Beauty in motion, motionless corpse.

A crow’s meal lays waiting.

The mob reforms
to graze again.

kangaroo woodgate

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