Quokkas

These creatures, they’re scary. I wonder why they're here, they are tall, taller than me, but they’re not hairy

My burrow, raided, these creatures, they're cool, but why are they doing this? I'm no longer safe from the frightening dingo and the other dangers that await. 

I wonder why these creatures touch me, I don't mind it, but why? They reach, grizzly hands tightening around, I can no longer see. 

They love us, these creatures, but why are we here on Rottnest Island, with rodents un-alike us, our home, conquered by white-legged creatures who sometimes stiffen like a tree in our presence? 

We’re stuck here, just on this island, A place that’s imprisoning me and my family, but I think we need it for the wild quokka, who should live as happy as can be.