Hang In There, Koala
By Zahara G
Published 12 September 2023
What was once blooming,
is now just debris.
Once we were three.
Now it's just me.
Home is gone.
Mama and Papa too.
I'm still hanging here.
Because of you.
Flames lick the trunk,
Of my once lush tree.
Swallowing everything.
Including little, grey me.