Two wrongs don’t help the bettong

The bounty hunters: they came
In search of putative pests,
Pouched their reward and hopped it;
Mistaken for murine vermin,
Three million marsupials copped it.

The hungry aliens: they crashed the gate,
Unwelcome vulpine, rodent, feline guests;
They came, they saw, they ate,
Made a bee-line for the natives,
Laying waste to witless woylies.

Hope I’m wrong,
But I wouldn’t like to bet on
The brush-tailed bettong
Surviving for long.

© Tim Knight and timknightwriter, 2014.