Is This Home?

I do not know this place, or says my fear.

I do not know where the orchids have gone.

I do not know why all has disappeared.

I do not know. I do not know.

Where are the quokkas, gone and laid to rest?

Where are the quolls? It’s like they all just left.

Where are the honeyeaters in the nest?

Where are they? Where are they?

I can’t find numbats and woylies that run.

I can’t even recall what they looked like.

I can’t remember when they had their fun.

I can’t remember. I can’t remember.

When was the last I saw of the wombats?

When was the last time I tasted banksia sap?

When was the last I saw the young rock rats?

When was it? When was it?

Is this the home where I will live and love?

Is this the home where I shall raise my kids?

Is this the home where I lose all above?

Is this home? Is this home?