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.
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A poem as wonderful as quokkas are adorable. Many thanks!
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Right back atcha!
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Cute little critter. Mike is always full of zany ideas. This one worked. Love your poem 🙂
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That writerfellow is quite a guy! And the poem is great.
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Yes, he is! I am grateful to have him as a pal!
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Ah, I wondered what you would rhyme with “quokka.” (I suppose “maraca” would have worked too.)
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Success! Yes, quokkas have long been known to alleviate blockages. Glad to see their record remains unbroken.
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