Beep!

Beep! I’m in a bush, singing a song from an old man who lived on this land but died of a white man’s gunshot wound. He felled from the first round while his son collecting seeds around. Roo, roo, roo. Don’t run from me you too! Come to me, I need a mouthful from your ghee. I like how you bending your knees then throwing them in the air like bungees, you cheeky monkeys! Will you listen to me, please?! It is getting dark, what to eat tonight?! Hum, you aren’t hungry, right? No! Don’t give me that look again, I know we haven’t eaten day and night any grain. Sh..! there might be a vampire. Put more wood on fire, let it burns higher. Stamp your feet on the ground, make your voice be heard beyound. I am so afraid of sounds coming the near pond. I’m half asleep. Waiting for kookaburras to beep! I might have caught cold cos my voice is getting deep. As always, life will go on, but does anybody know what happened to the old man’s son?! Beep, Beep, Beep