The Numbat

The moist soil the rustling leaves and the dry bark of the tree and was a numbut under that tree where it was swooping his tongue for juicy ants the numbat was digging with his tongue.

While l was using a shovel to find treasure in the dry sand. As the air cools down l can feel the wind around me like it is dancing and twisting and swaying around and finally it's night the stars all sing in the night sky to make little numbat go to sleep.