Mountain pygmy possum
By Eva N
Published 22 September 2023
Crawling across the mossy grass, my whiskers vibrate.
The birds are chirping, the wind is burping, as I stare at my innocent prey.
The cool breezy night, or though it looks so bright, curled up with my baby, feeling oh so lazy.
Dawn is here, the vicious are near. Must get my baby away from the predators.
How long will it take?
How long?
How long?
Leading the way, my baby and I head off to another place, safe and sound from the vicious. Surviving another day, and another night, waiting for tomorrow to come. Setting off to another place one more. We are struggling, fighting, waiting for help.
How long will it take?
How long?
How long?
How will I feed my baby when there’s hardly any prey left? How will I keep my baby safe when the vicious come? How will we survive when there’s no home to go back to? How long until were safe. How long until people understand what these things are doing to us? Our numbers are going down, day by day.
How long will it take?
How long?
How long.