How curious it is
Somewhat disappointing too
But it's a universal truth
That familiarity breeds contempt
It took only three weeks
Form a sense of wonder
To a contemptuous glance
To see three to five Roos
Grazing peacefully
In the paddocks
To condemn their silliness
Incapable to distinguish
Between threat and danger
And fly into panic mode
Always in the path of the car
Or to get caught in the barbed fence
Seemingly loosing their power
To jump high above
On top of which
They seem to feed during the night
As well as the day
Can't they get some rest
Or let me sleep at all?
Lucette C. Bailliet
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