The Spotted Quoll

As dark as night, as soft as clouds, it is the spotted quoll.

Sniffing nose, pricked ears, listening for signs of life.

It pads along the green grass, chasing its prey.

Lights suddenly glare. Is it morning already?

Its spots glisten in the two yellow lights.

The spotted quoll stands petrified as a car speeds like lightning towards it.

Look out! Is it too late?