Koalas
By Maia D
Published 21 September 2023
Crows singing lullabies to their babies on the other tree
Drifting to sleep in mum's pouch, snuggling up in her fur
Opening my eyes to look up above
Gazing at the night sky, freckled with stars
The crescent moon smiles down at us
Listening to the sound of silence as the crows' serenades fade away.
Everything fades away and there's nothing but pitch black.