A Possum's View

As spring arrives, the snow melts.

The bush comes out of a cold winter to a new world of life

Koalas return to the trees, kookaburras laugh once more and,

in the shadows, a small furry creature scurries around

This is the mountain pygmy possum, as small as can be

They forage the ground for tasty grubs

Trying to hide from hikers in their little burrows

The children peeking to have a look at the world before them

When the night falls, they come out to look for fruits and bogong moths

But, while it may seem peaceful, a horrific thing is taking place

Foxes and wild cats hunt them in the dark

The bogong moth starts to disappear from the bush

and the climate is getting hotter and hotter until it eventually boils

Their alpine home is losing its snow

Their habitat is slowly being destroyed to make way for ski resorts for tourists

Trees are chopped to make way for chairlifts, restaurants and more 

roads block them from going to each other, buildings destroy the trees in which they hide

Bushfires burn the shrub while cars run over and squish them to pieces

Is this the end?

The end to a small possum?