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Nature's Single Dads - The Australian Emu

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Nature's Single Dads - The Australian Emu

Nature’s Single Dad:
The Australian Emu : The first 55 days

Emund is busy preparing his dance-floor for partners who’ll put him to the test. 
His pedigree line has proven with time 
that it is now his turn, to be best.
He hears them emerge from the bush as they gather in answer to nature’s call.
They dance, and then go away, they know they cannot stay; 
there is not enough food for them all. 

They dip and they weave as they mingle together knowing that each has a chance 
With his reputation, there is no hesitation; 
he is ready to join in the dance.
‘Bonk! Bonk,’ comes the sound of another arrival, ‘It’s Emulena!’ he says with a grin. 
Others move to the side as he leaves them mid-stride 
to greet this dancer as she flounces in.

With sensuous, rhythmic movement of hips she fluffs up her boa, it bounces in time. 
He matches her mood. His movements are smooth 
as they twist and twirl in their dancing mime.
He does not fuss about who takes the lead, he follows and their dance now is ending. 
With steps that are light he glides to the right, 	
he meets her, bows deeply, head bending.
Emulena says, “Sorry, we cannot stay longer, we all must find paddocks anew.
It matters not whether we all stay together,
we trust you to know what to do.”
As she speaks, they deposit their gifts, and he hears, as in chorus they say,
“We know you’ll do magically, what you do naturally 
to deliver these in your own way.”

After completing her task, Emulena stands tall and she fluffs up her feathers once more.
They follow her lead in twos, and in threes, 
and promenade across the dance floor.
Left all alone, he goes back to his duties and looks closely at each pale green shell.
He checks all for defects. He sees they are perfect, 
so with care he covers every one well.

He sticks to his task for fifty-five days in sunshine, strong winds and some showers.
He values each treasure and tends them with pleasure 
as he, turns each egg every three hours.
Through his long lashes he sees danger coming. He drops his neck down like a log.
Feathers flying on high and red fur prowls near-by; 
he needs to fool both bird and dog.

The shells have now turned a dark bluey green, there’s an infertile egg in the batch. 
This egg will be food for his hungry brood; 
but he won’t eat or drink, ‘til they hatch.
Each day he looks up, and turns his head to the sun as it rises each morning.
He’ll sit day and night until the time’s right.
He knows, that time comes without warning.

to be continued...

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  1. Date: 11/2/2013 11:46:00 PM
    J Eliza, .:-) Congratulations on having your poem featured on the HOME PAGE.... always~ LINDA

  1. Date: 2/18/2012 5:21:00 AM
    This story continues.. I thought you might like it but the powers that be said it was too long. Rather than remove it's rhythm I offer it to you in installments. if it was the wrong this to do please let me know, OK? Wordancer