Wally Wombat found some food,

in a bowl all large and round.

Kangarilla Kangaroo was foraging on the ground.

The fires had taken all their grub,

the ashes burnt kanga’s toes.

And as the wombat gobbled nuts,

he felt the other’s woes.

‘Come and share,’ he called in Wombat,

a foreign tongue indeed.

But Kararilla saw him summon,

and hopped his way with speed.

It happened then, the grumpy dog

whose food was in HIS bowl . . .

He let the creatures

fill their bellies,

while kindness filled his soul.