Queenie The Quoll, Queen Of Death

• Caitlin Mccracken, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2009

we were doing ballads from australian poets in class, so i wanted to write one about the fox's point of veiw from Queenie Quoll, but i also wanted to show what is commonly thought of when you think of a fox, sneaky, lying, and cheating. So heres my poem from the fox's point of veiw inspired by Queenie Quoll.

Queenie the Quoll,
Queen of Death.

There is a tale,
No, a gruesome warning,
That has yet to fail,
From keeping young foxes,
Off the west forest's trail.

It tells of a bashing,
That has left a violent scar,
After the quoll's repeted lashings,
On the fox's persona.

It occurred one night,
Under the blinding shadows,
When the fox, did have, no light
Where the evil quoll was watching,
Teeth and claws hungry for a fight.

The humble fox strolled,
To the foul, by the edge,
And decided if she mauled it,
It would make quite a mess.

Then, paw by paw,
She crept closer to the edge,
But that's when she saw,
The Quoll's shadow overhead,
Paws lined with, many silver claws.

She escaped to the rocks,
Now certainly sealing her death,
Every leap made by the fox,
Only entertained the Quoll,
Who had a quick tread.

But fox could not run forever,
So she turned and faced the foe,
She was filled with fear, but to run,- never,no,(in same line as above)
For the faces of her children, came to and -through. (in same line as above)

The battle was mighty quick,
But the cuts and wounds would stick,
As this was when the Quoll,
Made, her move.

Jaws clasped tight,
In the dead of the night,
Staining red fur,
Redder than it should be.

But the Quoll's bite did not kill,
As she left the fox,
Laying, so very still,
Now on the trail,
For the fox's kin.

Now as she strayed,
To the bright edges of day,
She would take her family,
And, go.

By Caitlin McCracken 15/3/09