September 7, 2015 § 2 Comments
Another path to follow
Often, when I wander through our local patch of Scrub, I encounter kangaroos.
The kangaroos there aren’t particularly tame:
alerted to my presence several metres away, they go still, ears erect.
We stare at each other respectfully — at least on my part — and, yes, cautiously.
And then they bound away.
Sometimes, though, I am only aware of their presence by the hints they leave behind.
Somehow, these kangaroos co-exist with us and our lives
while still treading their own paths.
I feel honoured to cross their path from time to time.