Tasmanian Devil

A gust of wind comes and goes like the snow in winter

As more trees become weak and bare

Dry, crackly bark falls to the ground

To meet the crunchy leaves

The sound pierces the devil’s ears

As the Tassie Devil drinks,

Small droplets of water fall

On its soft cheeks

Its soft fur turns into sharp and jagged spikes

It scavenges for food trying to be as silent as a hawk

Wonder when it will ever get its delicious feast

Crash! Comes the sound of a juicy meal

The Tassie Devil claws cut through

Blood splatters everywhere

A hollow, once a useless tree

Now a successful home

The life of the Tassie devil starts here