The Endangered Woylie

The adorable woylie zipped,

scampered, and scurried along,

the woody grassland.

As I sit on the helicopter, 

I burst with excitement when my naked eye spots a small, fragile, woylie zipping

through the woody shrubland.

Scents of tussock grass fill the air and 

a pocketful of heat gets dumped into my hand.

Fragile, delicate, fluttering,

the woylie squeaks and a 

pocketful of babies dash out of the den.

They dig a comfy spot and doze off.

I see the mother snuffling gently against the babies,

they squeak, and wake up to the scent of tussock filling their noses.