Old Man Platypus

Far from the trouble and toil of town,
Where the reed beds sweep and shiver,
Look at a fragment of velvet brown,
Old Man Platypus drifting down,
Drifting along the river.

And he plays and dives in the river bends
In a style that is most elusive;
With few relations and fewer friends,
For Old Man Platypus descends
From a family most exclusive.

He shares his burrow beneath the bank
With his wife and his son and daughter
At the roots of the reeds and the grasses rank;
And the bubbles show where our hero sank
To its entrance under water.

Safe in their burrow below the falls
They live in a world of wonder,
Where no one visits and no one calls,
They sleep like little brown billiard balls
With their beaks tucked neatly under.

And he talks in a deep unfriendly growl
As he goes on his journey lonely;
For he's no relation to fish nor fowl,
Nor to bird nor beast, nor to horned owl;
In fact, he's the one and only!

Poem topics: , , , , , , , , ,

Rate this poem:

Add Old Man Platypus poem to your favorites

Add Poet Banjo Paterson to your favorites

Popular Poets

Austin Clarke (1 poems)
Mary Barber (1 poems)
Amy King (6 poems)
Lwazi Tom (0 poems)
John Milton (85 poems)
Algernon Charles Swinburne (67 poems)
Edward Harrington (4 poems)
Joseph Plunkett (2 poems)
Henry Alford (1 poems)
Moira O'Neill (1 poems)

Popular Poems

I Am Shut Out Of Mine Own Heart, by Christopher John Brennan
The Three Sisters, by Arthur Davison Ficke
At A Birthday Festival, by Oliver Wendell Holmes
Alfred Moir, by Edgar Lee Masters
Cow, by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Vespers, by Thomas Edward Brown
Ode Viii: If Rightly Tuneful Bards Decide, by Mark Akenside
Differences, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Fragmentary Blue, by Robert Frost
The Golden Age, by Alfred Austin