The Little Creature of the Dark (Northern Quoll)

Lush, soggy moist vegetation surrounds

Hiding, beneath smooth, sharp, mustard stones

Tiny crawls as fast as my heartbeat

Many black eyes peeking out from their homes

A needle in a haystack

Creeping in the pitch black 

Watching the BIG world fall

Long life is what they lack

Thin, brown fur, with random white dots

Miniature, pointy, pink nose draws attention

Inky black eyes, they pull you in

Huge acute ears that will hear your conversation

These tiny Northern Quolls will quiver

When the fast Ferlin Cats creep

Crawling fires devour them too

In the vast forests’ deep

Nestling in the warmth of each other’s love

The sun comforts them in their sleep

The little creatures of the night 

When the light is gone, they will creep