Embers in the night
By Saskia R
Published 15 September 2022
The burns cut deep into the trees that we live in.
The night sky is ablaze with colour as I cower in fear
Things dont seem to be getting better.
I may be small
I may be weak
But hey I'm still here.
As flames burn the trees,
white-hot flames flicker through ferocious yellow into burnt orange.
The ash burns into my inky eyes
As the clouds cover the skies.
I may not be the best at running
I may be fragile
But, hey, I know how to climb
The trees were my home
Now they’re just a place I used to feel safe in
The sky was falling as my world caved in
And that's when I knew my species was wearing thin
My soft white belly rumbles with hunger
I search the barren plains for green plum and bush apple
Nothing for miles
The ash falls slow as I close my eyes, praying for a saviour.