Be afraid, be very afraid. (NaPoWriMo #5)

In Australia, there are whispers of a murderous cabal of people-eating koalas. Known colloquially as “drop bears”, their location is known only to Aussies, who avoid them for dear life. The modus operandi of the drop bear is to drop down from the trees onto unsuspecting visitors. That’s when things get gruesome. But times are a-changing, ladies and gentlemen. Survival of our respective species, of the planet, means we will all need to reduce our meat consumption. Let’s see how that goes. Gather round.

Blood red eyes, dagger claws, give lie to that sweet furry body and button nose.
“To our sacrifice and to yours!” The leader of the Drop Bears includes the captive in her hypnotic gaze. Then, in a booming bark, she projects to the crowd, “One last time. For tomorrow we turn vegan.”
The crowd blanches, then tentatively at first, begins to chant, “Flu-ffy. Flu-ffy.”
“But tonight. Tonight, Sisters. Tonight, Brothers. Tonight, there will be feasting on more meaty prey.”
“Flu-ffy. Flu-ffy.”
Silence falls – or maybe drops – as the throng gathers to feast.
Finally, a shout rings out. “Tomorrow. Tomorrow, we dine on the Infidel.”
The crowd roars. “Flu-ffy. Flu-ffy.”

A Vegetable’s Nightmare
The silence ripples.
Beyond the shadows,
beyond the adulation,
in gardens across the country,
the infidels quiver in their beds.

If you are a visitor to Australia and plan on visiting koala habitat, best do that during the day. Koalas and their kin, the drop bears, are nocturnal and feed at night. There’s no telling if the drop bears will honour their resolution.

Day 5 of the NaPoWriMo challenge was to write a poem about a mythical person or creature (drop bears are more secretive than mythical) doing something unusual – or at least something that seems unusual in relation to that person/creature. I made a slight deviation from the brief, but near enough is good enough.

Stay safe, everyone.
Kind Regards.

PS. I had rather too much fun setting up the photos. I’ve had the koala toy since I was a baby.

24 thoughts on “This Ain’t No Teddy Bears Picnic

    1. Hello and welcome. Wow, that is an interesting coincidence. Yes, kangaroo fur is my guess too. I got my koala in the 60s. Does your koala have claws? I haven’t looked at my koala for ages. It has been packed away and I wonder whether that is because one of my dogs chewed its claws off!

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      1. I remember it having claws when I was younger but they must have fallen off. I have mine as a memento in our house in Norway. How I dreamed as a kid that I would travel and see those furry bears, and I am glad to say I have seen both wild and those staying in sanctuarys in various parts of Australia. My first wild encounter was at Magnetic Island in 1997.

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  1. ‘the infidels quiver in their beds’ is such a great line, Tracy. Little Fluffy, I come in the name of peace…you little rascal. Seriously though, the claws…. 😨

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