Loarinna (Thylacine)

Hidden away amongst the pages of history,

A creature filled with stealthy skills,

And excellent hunting capabilities.

With a mouth filled with razor teeth,

And stripes as black as soot,

A tail, long, soft and sleek,

With fossorial, formidable, claws on each foot.

Their diet consisted of sheep,

But little did WE know,

Those are what Thylacines eat,

And how fast the Thylacines disappeared.

The once dominant creature,

As yellow as the gleaming sun,

With eyes are shiny as marbles,

How many are there now? None.

Call it a Tasmanian Tiger or even a Zebra wolf.

With a pouch on its stomach,

containing their young,

These words are true that come out of our history’s tongue.