Tasmanian Devil.

On the sand, in the dry desert

 Looking around waiting for prey

The sun beats down on the devil

Red hot dust from the sand fills its nostrils.

Almost bearlike, cute, but aggressive

Population dropping rapidly

They exist in only one state in the world

Disease and hunters ending their lives

Armageddon-like.

For as small as it is, its bite doesn’t compare to anything else

It aerates soil, gardens and eats pests galore

It prowls about day and night.

When in Tasmania just beware

The bushes around could contain the little bear.