Surfing Instagram today, I saw the cutest video of a baby Koala cuddled by his mum and was instantly inspired. Joey’s mountain. Oh, to be a Koala, cuddled for the first 12 months of your life. Snug and warm above, in a gum tree divide, safe in mum’s cozy fur. Dozing to a leaf lullaby, rocked by the wind. Food to be devoured with glee - and free. No rent to pay or house to maintain. Eucalypt umbrella protects from the rain, swaying wet songs. No need to clean. Just stretch a hand, grab a branch - chew. Time to sleep, feed, breed - as Koalas do. Frances Macaulay Forde © 2023 #POEM:Joey'sMountain #FrancesMacaulayForde #Poetry #NewPoem #BabyKoala #KoalaJoey
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POEM: Joey’s Mountain
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