Suburban bliss

Written in 2005. Not published.

Gone is the sound of laughing Kookaburras
and the gentle rustle of bandicoots in the grass;
the camp fires of Aborigines have gone out
and cars rush past on the concrete overpass.
In large brick houses on little blocks
bored housewives watch soap operas.
As night falls workers scurry down dimly lit streets.
This must be progress – we tamed the bush.
Welcome to sprawlurbia.