Final days

Day and night they fall like flies

Weekly, monthly, yearly, more and more die

I may have never met them, but they are still one of my own

Will I go extinct, this is unknown

I watch as my habitat gets cut down

Trees falling, crashing and booming as they hit the ground

My only source of food and water, that was my place to sleep

“Who cares about the animals,” I hear the lumberjack say, as I weep 

Now begins the journey to find somewhere new

Somewhere to live, somewhere more hidden, though there are few

Days and nights, wildlife is disappearing 

Why is no one interfering

Reckless drivers dominate the road

Ignoring the “animals crossing” signs, if only they had slowed

I lay there breathless, my heart aches for survival

This is my turn now, there is no revival