The numbat

By Iris O

Published 23 September 2023

A creature who hides behind the darkness of places,

the king of the night, the one of disguise

An endless dream holds in its heart

It cries into the night, in the giant city

It hears the screeches of the forest walls

The cave kisses its soul, as its call echoes

Nothing ever stops its song

When the sun rises, the day awakens

No one knows where it hides

As the claws of the earth drag it down,

How much time do we have left?