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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