Four seasons
What a delight to sun oneself
In the first days of spring
Sniffing around for a black wallaby.
Summer has its own rewards
A bath in the dam
Preceded by a lazy siesta
All in a day's work as they say.
What a pleasure it is
To walk in a blustery Autumn's day
To run after a lone grey roo
Or an errant hare.
Winter is nothing to fear
By the fireplace snoozing away
Dreaming about catching
That ever elusive prey.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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