A kangaroo is standing up, and dwindling like a plant
with a single bud.
Fur combed into a line
In the middle of its chest,
under slanted light, out in the harbour.
And its fine unlined face is held on the cool air:
a face in which you feel
the small thrust-forward teeth lying in the lower jaw,
grass-stained and sharp.
Standing beyond a wire fence, in weeds,
against the bush that is like a wandering smoke.
and its white chest, the underside of a growing mushroom,
in the last daylight.
Source: The ABC Book of Australian Poetry: a treasury for young people compiled by Libby Hathorn (ABC Books 2010)