The Deep

The bright glow of the stars' watchful eye,

brings a marsupial that lies within.

The glint, the twinkle of a Woylies beady eye,

a swish of a tail's bushy tip

as it arises from the deep.

The splash of the soil, 

the sway of the trees,

as it tunnels deeper into the deep.

The prehensile tail,

collects the materials,

for next day's daily rest.

The dense tussock grass covers everything,

of the surface of the deep.

Can you hear their desperate call looking for hope?

As the Woylie ventures deeper into the deep.