The lost but found

My hair stood up

I was uncontrollably shaking

I spun around fast

My gun pointed at the rustling bushes.

A black, dog-like nose pointed out

I took a step back

What could it possibly be?

A huge wolf, maybe a black bear?

It emerged out of the wilderness

A Tasmania devil!

But what was that behind it?

Aww, a little, baby one.

I dropped my gun

And stared in awe

At the beautiful Tasmanian devils

It's 2027, I thought they were extinct.