Roo Shoot Star pricked sky like a tin roof leaks light. Yellow dog moon slinks, strobes between the trees slow stalking. Chink, chink a metallic whimper chink, chink. Follow and if burrows gape plant steps wide until white javelin spotlights the pasture, eels through clumped thistle finding conch shell feeding gum leaf guarding shapes transposed. A boom. The moon recoils, cordite swirls, a conjuror's trick. Yanked, a roo leaps back the rest slip moorings, scatter like pullets. The scene blinks out we chink, chink chink, chink forward towards dark threshing where torch and .303 will combine.Joy Reid |