There are some things only the bush can do.
Plenty of people know it. You can tell by the look in their eyes. The same souls that are uneasy with people, have crooked fingers, drink hi test beer and feel alien in crowds.
They don’t go to hospitals or dentists. They accept dog bites and blow up when stung by wasps.
They make love on hard rocks and patio furniture, in graveyards even, if the moon is right.
It’s a crapshoot, falling face first. If lucky, they land in the bush.