My Santiago

And left; grumbling! And then one sunrise, After 10 days and nights, Of just hanging around, serious sleeping, munching, scratching, and growling at dusk, He had gone. Just like that! Slow to see but in an instant, Vanished Over colour bond fence, down battle axe block and across Rainbow Drive.

Simply to reappear, In another garden, At Constellation, And repeat the process over again.

We miss our Christmas Koala, And now we wait to – perhaps - be graced by him again, Revisiting, Now as Easter Koala, And perhaps as Spring Koala, Bringing more life and laughter back to the garden once again.