Smoke in my eyes, in my throat a lump.
I stoked the fire, half dry, half damp
Did I see a snake slide between cracks?
No, an echidna with a filthy look,
'Get off my log, are you stealing my ants?
And why do you weep like a bloody sook?’
Up loped a dingo, licked its face,
'Man alone – has trouble done you in?
Now look at me! I'm headed for my mate.
Be a charmer like me – go in like Flynn'
My brain I sensed, but my limbs were wood.
A kookaburra spoke from a bottlebrush limb: