A Baby Kangaroo
A poem about a time I got to cradle a baby kangaroo.
By Madison NewtonPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
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Me holding a joey at the fair.
A little joey
tucked warmly in the sunshine,
ears and feet floppy.
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Madison Newton
I'm a recent graduate of Stony Brook University with a degree in Environmental Humanities and Filmmaking. I love writing and storytelling, and I love sharing my work so I can continue to improve my written voice.
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Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saunders2 days ago in Fiction
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They're so cute... and then they grow up. If you're interested in marsupials and don't mind dealing with a very sad true story, my story "Thylacine" is about the last of the Tasmanian Tigers. I know, shameless self-promotion- sorry Madison.