Abandoned, they thrived in forgotten corners and the out of
Where others had died they survived and made the outback
their own place,
Here to stay.
Now hunted and harried, they have done too well.
There are too many to hear others tell.
They don’t belong
To see them in the wild you can’t help but hope
That their nobility and spirit will grace the desert forever
Running out there, fleet and strong,
Not relegated to dreams and songs.