wild animals become divinely rare
their habitats wild homes are soft earth & tree
cannot flee before the bulldozer concrete
flame and smoke desert where only wheat
cows and crows grow where wild animals
and forests once- the garden remains
and domestic wildlife love that life especially
whatever shares the human cage-
the cat is all that's left of the leopard
the snails who sip spiders' milk
eat flowers they live as frogs once did-
when it rains and just after-currawong's flight
rained on-ooze & wattle's blood-rainy sagacity
gracious eucalyptus casts its own light