Imagine a joey

Its tangible its solid
Its home inside my mothers pouch
Bounding freely through the bush
As angels often do
A phenomenal experience
A closeness born of nature
That inner strength created
That inherently is true

The embodiment of life itself
A tiny bud inside a flower
A relative connection
Cause and effect and power
In pole position one might say
A champion in every way
A union of flesh and blood
A fusion more akin to flood

A state of order and harmony
Blazing a trail creatively
An initiation a running in
A threshold in which to begin
Mother feels so strong for me
She bounds with such variety
Many faceted thoughts become
From what is her true heartfelt drum

We coexist we are as one
A partnership under the sun
Fugitives apparently
In what is our bush figuratively
Flying fleeting flitting we
Dance the sway together we be
On our journey we take flight
From all the perils of the night

A crack a flash and mother falls
Her neck is broken as she hauls
Herself into oblivion, she
Clearly tries to protect me
Choking on a flood of blood
Hindered so by sand and mud
Inopportune and untoward
Cut down by a firery sword

And what is to become of me
For I have no mobility
Just helplessness and feebleness
And utter vulnerability
My destruction will it be
A heavy boot or flying free
Into the bush to make my way
To inherit this place and thus to stay

Shooters imagine such fantasy
Does it soften the blow
And can they see
An angelic cloud a magickal sphere
That helps us joeys to disappear
Mother is covered in flies and blood
Her execution by one foul thug
A demon creature who needs to be
Crucified from the highest tree

As Murderers come and murderers go
Shooters are worse than you ever will know
Their butchery stinks and their filthy old trucks
Hung up on hooks like the lamest of ducks
Broken and torn and dressed down and vile
Covered in dirt mile after mile

We the Bush angels should now have our day
Should be protected in every way
With our lives with our souls with our aura’s
We should
be permitted to live out our lives
If we could
Not face such turmoil and suffering, and pain
But be respected and loved in our precious domain