The Tasmanian devil is the venom of happiness

It sees the tall peaky grass waving in the sunlight

Millions of bright dewdrops sparkle from the dark of the night

The Tasmanian devil yells at the other devil

The hard, hungry land looking for the next victim.

How long till we realise these devils are gone?

When I arrive home, I wonder what will happen to the world when these devils are gone?