End This, Please!

I am a baby koala, sleeping contentedly in my mum’s pouch,

While my mother is dozing off on her couch.

Brrr… we are suddenly awaken by a deafening sound.

Oh no! Our home has been found!

Men with chainsaws, cutting down our food source,

Pushing against our trees with brutal force.

My mum and I felt no elation,

As we face our definite starvation.

Deforestation displaced us from our location,

Where we lost many of our relations.

We scamper to the busy roads,

So many trucks carrying heavy loads.

We tremble as we dart across to our destination.

Only to be reeling with new revelation. 

As far as our eyes can see,

Fires ravage across our eucalyptus trees.

Mummy screeches as she flees.

Her back is scorched to the nth degree.

In her pouch, I plead:

“Humans, please end this evil deed.”