Tasmanian Devil

Grown grass glistening going closer,

a black-bearded beast, rolling in pain,

like a human finding out they can't stay young forever.

Grass gripping onto me begging for attention,

it was a tassie devil he didn't seem to have intentions to harm me,

but instead for the pain to go away.

Horrid lumps where a face should be,

leading to the throat.

I was drowning in pain seeing this poor thing. 

I picked him up he was as soft as a teddy.

The vet's office was

sad spirits spiraling,

this could be the last place he sees.