The life of a Tassie Devil

The sun is out. It is hiding time.

I hear the metal rhinos, rumbling on my prey.

I see my friends dropping like flies. Is this the end I wonder?

They are taking more and more every time. I liked the people before.

I hear wood branches, bushes, trees, all being taken. My home being taken.

One day they will be gone.

One day it will be right.