The wombat builds each burrow
mindful of each tomorrow
knowing he won’t stay long
before an urge moves him on
then on he goes to build again
dig and scrape til when
he sees some point of no return
ends nights scouring with a yawn
he sleeps all day and eats all night
moves very slowly unless with fright
when with lightning speed he bolts for a hole
one’s always nearby because building's his role
after a while he returns to the past
to re-excavate old burrows that didn’t last
knowing the smell and pleasure of earth
knowing each hole is his home and hearth
Today’s d’Verse prompt for we poets was from Kim. We were asked to write about animals making their homes. We have lots of Wombats around our place, so it was an obvious choice.
Many places I have called home
as around the world I roamed.
But none so full of joy for me
as the Tableland Strathbogie.
With mountain forest all around,
wetlands, creeks, rills and swamps abound.
Native animals can thrive here,
Wombat, Platypus we hold dear.
Vicforest loggers habitat deprive.
We fear wildlife won't survive
Koala are less seen today.
Bandicoots all but gone away.
Greater Gliders still here endure,
but our forest is not secure.
Conserve and re-wild what is left.
Or lose all this to future theft.
This week’s d’verse prompt came from Sannaa. Write a poem using the Korean poetic form Kasa.