Little Fluttering Creature

 Pretty, alone, camouflaged, undisturbed.
Impossible to spot, she’s lying on a tree branch.
Niriririri! Swoop! A bat.
Krkrkrkr! It screeches. But she is not afraid,
Understanding she should be afraid but not leaving.
No, she won’t die today. Another face appears on her, watching... always watching.
Distraction. Camouflage. Tricks.
Ever camouflaged, she will live another day.
Realisations, trees ever few and far between;
Why is her home disappearing?
Is she going to do something?
No.
Gone. Her home will soon be gone

 Master of tricks, she should dominate,
Or…
Those humans will keep destroying her home. Ever destroying.
Help her live on.