The Race between The humans and Tasmanian Devils

Shiny eyes scanning the forest of sleeping animals

But the cracking of sticks signals that something is awake

Not animal

Not peaceful

Not friendly

Boots mean trouble

Run

Run

Run

Away from boots that have a date with danger

Away from threats of cage-like boxes

Away from the yelling of giants

Away from threats of never seeing my young again

Wake the neighbours

Run

Run

Run

The night drags on

So does the race