THE RENDEZVOUS OF A KANGAROO
When I consider how I'm odd
In how I look and move, dear God,
An awkward hopping kangaroo
Without a prayer to offer you,
I raise my forepaws, bent and frail,
To show I'm thankful for my days,
then leaning on my stubby tail
I kick both feet in solemn praise.
I think you smile to see my fears:
My pointed snout, my upright ears,
My furry form some six feel tall
(With cousins but six inches small.)
Do you delight in me today,
Hip-hopping till my feet are sore?
Grant at my death, as last I may
Hop in your pouch forevermore.
from the forthcoming book Prayers of 100 Animals A to Z, by William Cleary