Such big bulging brown eyes,
they're filled with so much fear today.
Is it the night? These woods?
Not the night, when you're
awake for those moonlit hours
whilst others sleep.
Not these woods either.
Fluttering moths provide food,
these leaves, your shelter
Where's the fear from?
I see it in your future
my Possum friend.
At the thought that there are
only a few of you left here,
it's me who holds the fear.
Mountain Pygmy Possum: Critically Endangered
Friday 29 January 2010
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