Riverside High School, Yr 9 – The Last Thylacine (Group Poem)

Stripes upon its back
remind it of the steel bars separating
it from the world
I see it move
across the hard orange cave.
Cold, calloused feet
The emptiness of life in a cage,
squared. Eyes sizzling like hot lava, 
claws of the tiger unbeatable
It runs to the end of the night.
All it leaves
behind are footprints imprinted in the dirt.
The air is too still, too quiet. 
Forced to extinction
for something it couldn't control.
Stripes cascading down its back
Majesty in every step.
An amazing creature, now, an amazing
legend.