Fire from a Bilby’s view

Dig

Dig

Dig

Burrow down deep

Escape the flames

As red as the desert sand

Licking the land

Night falls

Flames bright as daylight

Dying 

Sprinkling the land in ashes 

I see as I emerge

From the black

Dead trees burned to ash

Homes before, ruins now

Smoke stings 

My small lungs

But after every fire comes 

A rainbow of growth

A life anew.