a roadside body was found lifeless
there was a joey in the pouch
the ditch of cold June’s mourning
teased into, the outside world
life is full of second chances
the boy was covered in short hair
when you name a joey Mason
his crafty antics will endear
Mason nudged his hatch door open
took a scooter as his prize
precariously, he was balanced
with adventure in his eyes
he scamper round the yard
gripped to the handlebars
Mason rode-free on his scooter for a while
branching out from filming antics
from growing in a silent room
Mason aced the world’s audition but
his credits played too soon
Mason rode-free on his scooter for a while
