Northern Quoll

The Northern Quoll shoves his tiny body through a hole in a gum tree,

Along the coast, looking out at the sea.

His long nose sniffed around,

only to be plummeting from the tree to the ground.

His white spots, you could see from a boat,

and look like my cozy winter coat.

From dry sclerophyll forests to woodlands,

The Northern Quoll thrives, with five fingers on each of his hands.

In the night ticks, fleas and mites,

May attack him like parasites.

Even though his life might seem amazing, 

Dingoes, dogs, snakes and kites can eat him as fast as you blinking.

From dawn till dusk his home was broken.

He gets poisoned by Cane Frogs.

When he hides in the day he always loses the game,

Going away as fast as he came.