Caradog's Fight

Faithful companion, Caradog, without necessity Habitat fed his needs, our bond rapidly developed Fierce competent hunter amazingly adopted me Heritage unable to continue, thylacine near relic Decision to keep him secret was tumult traumatic Exploited Tiger captured disallowed me to have it Slender sniff nuzzled friend was a multitude more Central to my craft's formation, carved wood replica Tangible muse renews value in sculpting his form Task of inspiration shed sparks of reaching fire From my lantern lit table, I intently watched him rise Stilt like legs stretched, striped yellow rump lifted Nudged me with gentle nose, wild must be a guise! Trusting eyes knew domesticity, my heart pilfered So we walked, accepted man beside marsupial beast Sharp snout pointed urgently when he detected a meal Several rats equalled daily quota, Caradog's appease Showed me hidden nooks, I couldn't figure the appeal Of providing his secrets, perhaps to dispel theories Population still existed, a duty he felt was obligatory Already running in my long local veins, knowledge Caradog was the final egsample, the last battler Of a fine Australian species, sadly now abolished Persistent development trampling their chattels Option to turn him in to rangers, on my doorstep Final thylacine female despondent and beyond it Zoo tourist captivity would instill Caradog torture Days spent free, ferocious mate bore my fondness ( Last live Thylacine held in Tasmania, 1933 ) * Convincing Thylosene on poems below this, the prequel to this story 9th August 2020