He slithers towards me without aggression,
barely discernable in the blackened landscape.
Humbled, lost and devoid of its more familiar arrogance,
the snake searching for evidence – of life – other than its own.
A shiny black trunk glides silently between bleak burnt ones,
head and tail drooping, yellow eyes no longer gleaming,
staring, or threatening – a lost soul
the puma, searching for evidence – of life — other than its own.
Another emerges quite clearly scorched,
Easier to see with its lighter coat,
more alert, with ears pricked, following the sounds,
the dingo sees the evidence — of life – other than its
So here we stand, snake, puma, dingo and man,
A most unlikely bonding of survivors of the fires,
coming together – united — as one
we will survive — until regeneration has begun!