The Wombat

I see him through the front fence hole

creeping quietly and scuffling along the dirty ground.

Sniffles fill the evening air and I am getting tired.

I head inside and watch him from my window,

while he doesn't compare, even though his paws are bare,

he will not eat a pear. I now realise he must be protected,

I don't want him to be affected,

I just want him to be respected,

not objected or infected.

While inside I sit on the floor,

just making sure my Dad won't snore

while outside he starts to despair.