I feel you, my friend.

I see your view, in the end.

Your sorrowful manner,

Seeps through the clamour

All because of us.

I watch. Blackbutt. A restored rainforest.

Home to the brilliant birds, that gather at the musty waters

To discuss dilemmas.

All because of us.

I listen. Birds sing secrets, to the new arrivals,

Listening to their individual stories,

About how, how they were found living close to extinction.

All because of us.

The gullible goanna, living with no cares in the world.

Sleeping, like in a coma, all curled

To get away from the tempting aroma.

All because of us.

Remembering the daunting words that I had heard. Solemn. Sad. Hopeless. I walk

The words “5 million wild animals this year. Dead.”  swirl through my head.

All because of us.