Into Extinction
Snuffling, snorting,
the hairy-nosed wombat
widens her burrow,
preparing her nest.
Dust cannot enter
her sheltered marsupium...
God built it backwards,
Creator knows best.
She lumbers to surface,
aiming for sustenance;
sweet shoots and tubers
her fare for the night.
They built that new highway
too close to her burrow...
there's a thud
and a screech.
She is blinded by light,
then death.
Somewhere,
deep inside her pouch,
a baby wombat creeps,
detaches itself from lifeless nipple
from which sour fluid seeps.
Continuing the theme:
Australian species
threatened with extinction
By cherryk
© 2008 cherryk
(All rights reserved)
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