Koala Cries

Walkers pointing up into the sky
Necks are craning high.                                 
But up there. All the way up there.
The grey fur clinging onto the tree.
The bark breaks away from the trunk,
breathing life for the cub.
Look look!
The squawking was piercing.
Ooh, aah!
The awe from the audience.
Ashy grey of the coat, worn out by her surroundings
The calm cream of the trunk, bright against the commotion.
Humans look at the spectacle
Creating a commotion of sound
What is rare is always so exciting.
But her?
As she struggles to find food
Provide support for her family
The commotion of sound is another threat
One among the never-ending others…