The last Thylacine
By Matthew L
Published 20 May 2022
My children are gone,
Shot to the bone,
dead.
The hunters find me.
I run.
I run from the hunters.
I run for my life.
I run to be safe,
I run to see another day,
The hunters catch up…
Doesn’t shoot!
They put me to sleep.
I wake in a cage.
I see my brown fur,
I whine,
they ignore.
They leave me.
I will rot,
Die.