Falling Feathers
By Chiara J
Published 22 August 2023
Perched on a tree branch is a bird known to few
Fallen leaves lay lifeless on the ground
A flower sings as its voice is whisked away by the wind
A lingering scent of eucalyptus stands potent
in
the
air
Axes tear through trees like lightning running through the sky
I start to cry
We are forced to leave, my eyes settle on my past home
I start to sob
The Forty Spotted Pardalote shimmers, lighting up the sky with green and yellow
The axe is dull, darkening the sky with grey
Life changes, as in the flit of a feather my home is annihilated.