Koala

Munching leaves, deadly to us

Munching, crunching, sleeping, snoring

Sleep all day, eat the rest

Fur rough and grey

Grey as the over cast sky

Jet black nose

Great, grey ears

Looking from above

In the trees they live

Great fires raging, rampaging through the land

High walls of fire, like tidal waves, wash across the sea of trees

Sand-green leaves, shrivelling down to tiny piles of ashes

Black as the mid-night sky

Homes lost, burnt to the ground

Only ash covered stumps of the once tall towering trees left

Cowering away from the scenes of destruction

Crawling across the rocky, bitumen roads

Before escape to the little forest left

Smoky smell, rumbling sound

Koala, no more