Quokka life
By Yitong C
Published 1 September 2023
From dawn to dusk,
The quokka roams around free,
Searching for a home,
Through the dark dense woods,
Across raging streams,
And on the seas,
Sleeping on raw sticks,
Eating when needed,
The quokka travelled around,
Haunted by its past….
Trees burnt down,
Or cut down by ravaging machines,
The quokka quacked,
Shivered in fright,
as machines cut down its home,
it scurries away,
seeking shelter with no known destination,
finally in a small forest,
had the quokka found a friend,
she adored him.