Bunyip Moon.
You keep quiet now little fella,
You want big, big bunyip to get you,
You look out, no good this place.
You see that waterhole over there?
He Gooboora, Silent Pool.
Suppose-it you go up close one time.
Big fella woor, he wait there.
Big fella Bunyip, he sit down there.
In Silent Pool, many bones down there,
He come up when it is dark,
He belong the dark, that one.
Don’t go away from campfire, you.
Better you curl up in the gunya.
Go to sleep now little fella,
Tonight he hungry, hear him roar.
He frighten us the terrible woor.
He the secret thing, He fear.
He something we don’t know.
Go to sleep now, little fella.
Curl up with the yella dingo.
By Oodgeroo Noonuccal.

Read this poem about Australia’s mythical Bunyip who lives in waterholes and it may have been a real legend after all, as scientists have found fossilised bones of a Rhinoceros sized Diprotodon in many of our dried out inland Billabongs.
......So the Aboriginal story was true.
Here is a waterhole and who knows what lies beneath its murky surface.
Inks on board.
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