Spotted Quoll Poem

Racing up trees taking leaps of fate, jumping from tree to tree. Hiding from Tasmania's deadliest creatures lurking in the sea!
I hear something in the leaves.
I will return home to my family of cute mini carnivores to take cover so not one of us is a predator's feed
Still too deadly to go wait for night to leave.“Seeeeea”.
Well the babies are up. “See ya later kids, going hunting!”