Numbats life

Their gradient red fur is a beautiful sunset,

Its eyes dark as night.

Their heart bright as light,

Its small little legs run as lightning strikes.

A glistening string of light whistles through the crack of its home, 

red patches of dirt, long stalky trees.

That's their home,

That's all they've got.

It dashes to the trenches like it's war,

Its tiny snout sniffing out its dinner.

Not knowing it might be their last,

Their miniature mouth screeches for protection.

At dawn and dusk, it starts to die.

How long till they aren't to be seen?

More and more are taken, how long till there is nothing left?

Not long till they're all to sleep, we can't just watch them pass away.

Everyone needs to fight for these numbats, 

their home,

their life,

Otherwise, All will be lost.