One And Only Tasmanian Devil

• Miranda Barry, Grade 3
• Poetry
• 2019

A heart of bushy forest
A place of family and friends
A place we call home.
A mother of four
Paws on soft ground
Playful pups rolling around.
Days of endless boiling sun
Nights of bitter cold
The landscape is a piece of art.
Kill by mankind
We are rare to sight
Trapped in cages sad and alone.
Death has come
I lie in pain
I wish I could go back to the olden days
Where I was safe
Where it was fun
Soon no one knows of my fame.