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Dreaming Stories...Part 3
 
Gecko Hunts





Gecko was hunting...too slow, too slow;
when insects spied him, to cover they'd go.


To see old Bidjigal, Gecko went,
for Bidjigal was a wise old gent.


'Oh Bidjigal, the insects hide,
on long branches, the underside.'


The wise man took some wattle gum,
rubbed it quickly with finger and thumb.


Then, nicely softened by the fire's heat,
lumps of gum stuck to Gecko's feet.


That night, when the lizard went a-hunting,
the insects laughed at him, all taunting.


'You can't catch us, you're far too slow
and you can't go where we can, you know!'


With that they scurried to the branch underside,
thinking they were safe, no need to hide.


But Gecko, with his suction-pad feet,
walked straight to the feast and had lots to eat.


Now all over the world, Geckoes are this way,
so upside-down they hunt their prey.






From the Wirradjuri Nations




To be continued...

By cherryk

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