My new Poem The Woolagong? does it exist?

The Woolagong sorts of hops along

like a three legged Kangaroo

Three legs its distinguishing feature

Instead of the usual two

Two feet are webbed like seabirds

The middle one has claws

And when it flies it seems to defy

Every aerodynamic law

An array of feathered bat wings

Adorn its bony back

One of the three is golden

The other two gloomy black.

In flight it is amazing

A marvel of asymmetry

As surprisingly it has but two tails

When really it ought to have three

Its eyes too are amazing,

One blue, one pink, one green

One to see where it's going,

And two to see where it's been.

Nostrils three it features

But mouths it has but two

One it uses for biting

The other one mainly to chew.

With hands and arms and fingers

Each in multiples of three

It swings about the tree tops

With surprising agility.

The Woolagong lives in the forests

And in the leafy suburbs too

And among the skyscrapers

There's probably one quite near you

Alas and alack the poor Woolagong

May soon be becoming extinct

For it only exists in the minds eye

And disappears each time you blink.