Sooner or Later

In the dry, bare woodlands,

During the pitch-black night,

The bandicoot rests, sleeping peacefully.

Undisturbed… unnoticed… uninterrupted.

Almost invisible to me, among the trees,

Moving slowly, it drifts past the bushes.

The bandicoot silently crawls through the grass,

Then digs and digs and digs,

Unaware of this very significance to the ecosystem it belongs to.

By bringing nutrients up to the surface,

I appreciate its effort, standing out from the dark sky above us.

It's such a shame that only 10,000 of these are left.

Soon, due to the destructive human activity within their home,

They will all be gone, sooner or later.