Sometimes I wonder


Like us

Mice look up to the sky

Wishing they could fly


Maybe there is a little mouse

With eyes scrunched tight

Praying to whatever it prays to

For it to swim amongst the clouds

And breathe



He thinks that if he flies into that big bright splash of yellow

He’ll never have to come back down

We acknowledge the Ngunnawal and Ngambri people, who are the Traditional Custodians of the land on which Woroni, Woroni Radio and Woroni TV are created, edited, published, printed and distributed. We pay our respects to Elders past and present. We acknowledge that the name Woroni was taken from the Wadi Wadi Nation without permission, and we are striving to do better for future reconciliation.