Fire from a Bilby’s view
By Makaydee P
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.