Endangered

Iconic lil fella

I can’t see you.

When I was small,

My aunty gave me a purse

Made from your fur.

Souvenir shops chopped you up

and you stared back with plastic, unseeing eyes.

Toys of you were made of your fur

Your beautiful, soft, amazing fur.

And now I can’t see you.

My backyard is your home

Razed by bulldozers, your home.

Torn fabric of your home

Lies broken on your Country

and now I just don’t see you.

Will you survive only in picture books

And moth eaten remnants

Of purses and toys?