The Numbat's black eyes like endless darkness 

stretching across the sky hoping 

to be saved, hoping, hoping...

 

Sunlight splatters across the leaves

and down to the floor where the Numbat lay, 

in pain and being hunted.

 

Their feet thumping across the ground

running, running 

never stopping, just running.

 

The beautiful little Numbat nibbles 

At tiny orange gems sparkling on the dusty brown floor,

thinking he's safe when he is always being watched.

 

How long until the flame of hope runs out?

The wax melting, melting.

 

With the cats,

And foxes,

And with the bushfires too.

 

We must protect all

animals including one 

The Numbat