FOR ALL TO SHARE

Getting back to
the Invisible Song,
on a windy night wombat
travelled slowly along
a track down by the lake,
not wanting to take
too much time to
find his food,
he just wasn’t
in the mood
to muck about,
once he'd eaten
the desired amount
he’d go back,
along the same track
into the tunnel
he knew so well,
his own space,
his own smell,
the only place
where he could
relax and rest.

Just as he
imagined himself
nestled there,
an unfamiliar scent
suddenly made
him aware.
"THE GROUND IS
FOR ALL TO SHARE!"

Morganpoet