Heath mouse

The small rodent scurrying around the forests and bushland,  

Searching for food, 

With eyes as dark as the night sky, 

Berries, flowers, seeds, and leaves, 

The heath mouse scuttles away to its nest for slumber, 

Its tail as long as a rope, 

Its body as fluffy as a pillow. 

Why shall the immoral foxes and cats,  

Pounce to ingest this majestic species? 

Why shall bushfires and deforestation, 

Demolish a place they once called home? 

People turn a blind eye to all the suffering, pain, and anguish these mice are going through. 

Yet, they do not complain. 

They suffer in silence.