The Tiger Quoll

A spotty smooth coat dancing gracefully through the wind

White spots showing through the night, 

Trees trying to protect us from the fight,

While humans try to kill our land 

The sun rises to warm the land

From the ceasing horizon lighting up the tall trees, 

The bark is scraped off with all the leaves, 

The river shining almost like glass,

The wind whistling through the grass,

The trees dancing in the soft swaying wind,

Sad animals looking so grim,

Animals yell at giants, "Don't take it for yourselves"

Taking trees for their wealth, for themselves,

Leaving us with nothing else.

Will I live to the end, when the trees are long gone?

Green greasy moss gulping the free air,

The sweet smell of the summer breeze warming the sweetened air,

As humans slowly kill the land taking my home away from me,

How much longer until I lose my forest home?

Will I live to the end, when the trees are long gone?