A friend in need, Mike Allegra, heylookawriterfellow, recently gave me a writing topic when I was sore in need of ideas. He wrote, “Aw! Blockage stinks. But I’m here to help; write about quokkas. You’re welcome.” I had never heard of these, but when I Googled it, here is the picture that looked back at me.
The kangaroo’s cousin, cute little quokka
With teddy bear eyes and a winning small smile,
Nicely nocturnal you feed on the seedpods,
Leaves and soft bark by the light of the moon.
Quick! Make a wish! A big steaming mocha
Or peppermint muffins stacked up in a pile:
Some sign that you haven’t been mocked by the food gods.
The Nightblooming Rainbow will bring it right soon.