Koala

Dark, Damp, Dying
My cold paws cling onto the moist bark,
No grass, 
No green
Dark, Damp, Dying

The eucalyptus seed splits,
Into two even black halves
I am the only one, 
For ten miles

Cracking red blankets surged forward,
The bare sapling tumbles back,
Red was the last thing I saw,
"Savagery, Savagery" was the last thing I heard
Dark, Damp, Dying