A Walk in the Bush - a Poem of Life and Death
A Walk In The Bush
Today I took my four dogs walking.
They raced ahead as we walked the block.
It took a while to traverse the 40 acre fence line,
Then zig-zag through the centre.
Past the half-full dam,
Through the ironbark trees,
Disturbing a few kangaroos
Resting in the shade,
Sheltering from the midday sun.
The dogs chased a goanna
Up the nearest and tallest tree.
As we approach the rocky outcrop
The carcass caught my attention.
The dogs raced over to inspect and sniff.
It was only a black and white hide
And two leg bones.
No skull, ribs or spine.
Taken by dingoes,
Or stray domestic dogs
Let go wild.
No smell assailed me,
The carcass picked clean.
I hadn't seen that steer for weeks,
I guess it had been dead as long.
It made me wonder,
If I died while living alone,
How long would it take,
For anyone to miss me?
© 2014 John Hansen