Just for fun I asked AI to create a poem about a guy riding his motorcycle who runs into a kangaroo. The characters in this poem are fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
In the land where eucalyptus sigh,
And kangaroos beneath the sky,
A lone rider on his steel steed,
Roared through the bush with speed.
His heart beat with the engine's roar,
As he chased the horizon's lore,
But fate, like shadows in the night,
Cast its cruel hand, unforeseen, in flight.
Beneath the moon's soft silver gleam,
A kangaroo, in shadows unseen,
Leapt in front, a sudden foe,
In the path where wild winds blow.
With a thunderous clash, a shattering sound,
Man and beast met on sacred ground.
Metal met muscle in a clash of fate,
And the rider met his final state.
The earth stood witness, silent and still,
To the tragedy on its rolling hill,
As life ebbed from the fallen one,
Underneath the setting sun.
Gone the dreams that once did soar,
Now scattered on the bushland floor.
Gone the laughter, gone the cries,
Underneath the starlit skies.
Yet in the quiet of the night,
His spirit lingers, taking flight,
A rider still, in memory's keep,
Where the bushland whispers secrets deep.
So let us mourn, but let us see,
In the heart of this tragedy,
A reminder of life's fragile thread,
In every moment, every tread.
For in the land where kangaroos roam free,
There lies a lesson for you and me,
To cherish each moment, hold it tight,
And ride through life with open sight.