The Tasmanian Devil
By Joshua B
Published 24 September 2023
Fur that is as dark as night,
sharp and swift like a hungry lion.
Bone-crushing bites built for hunting,
their miniature appearance as a baby bear cub.
Catching its prey,
it shreds it with its teeth.
Victorious but vicious it claims dominance,
they are agile like a panther.
Trees caving in and towering above us,
my home like a little hut.
The blazing sun shines through the trees...
The terrible sickness spreading,
I wonder when the humans cure us.
Devil facial tumour disease is the silent killer.
Devil facial tumour disease causes death for us.
Thinking very deep, I head off to sleep,
I dream I may not see the next day.
I wish someone was here to help me.
Will this disease ever stop?