Tasmanian Devil

Breathing hard, lifeless trees, can’t imagine without this devil.

Hearing the low humming of the trees.

No shrieks, growling or grunting calls.

Nor raspy screams.

Where are the ears that glows as red as fire?

Walking further down the woods.

No more exciting things to discover, gloom overtook me.

Uncovering the dried twigs, just wombats sleeping safe and sound.

Sitting by the lake taking a deep breath as I dive beneath the river depths.

Searching for small paddling legs, no devils to be found.

My heart went just one pound.

Looking at the gloomy sky, I felt I wanted to cry, no more exciting things to discover.

We must save this animal this unique Tasmanian Devil.