Koala in a tree… Koala on the ground.

Here I am, sitting high up in the branches.
My mouth chewing, my feet clinging on,
But then I hear distant roaring, come closer and closer.
And now my 72nd home, is all gone.

Another forest, another place,
Another home and another tree.
But the roaring tracks me down, I have to go.
These cold hearted humans have no mercy.

I run and I run,
As fast as my lazy legs can go.
My family lost, one by one,
So quickly that their faces I hardly know.

But then it is my turn.
My homes... chopped and took.
My life has fallen off that thread.
I am now just an image in a book.