(Extra credit if you understand the arcane 1958 reference in the headline.)
There’s nothing more beautiful than the long, effortless bounding of a kangaroo. Doesn’t matter where they’re hopping — across the empty outback, through your backyard, down a sandy beach, between two rows of vines or along a country lane — they’re poetry in motion.
Maybe the only thing more beautiful than seeing a kangaroo is seeing a baby kangaroo (a joey in Aussie lingo) hop full speed into mom’s pouch.
It doesn’t matter how many kangaroos we’ve seen, the next one never fails to bring smiles to our faces.