Trixie was a whizz
at chasing down red belly blacks.
We used to hunt snakes
and Trixie takes point.
Invariably, we smoke them out
from underneath fallen trees,
laughing and yelling
like little boys.
‘Trixie was a whizz’
Trixie was a whizz
at chasing down red belly blacks.
We used to hunt snakes
and Trixie takes point.
Invariably, we smoke them out
from underneath fallen trees,
laughing and yelling
like little boys.
