lyrebird

Squaking, swishing, swaying, as I march through the forest

I am as spotted as a cheetah

I am as brown as tree bark

I am the loudest of the forest

I am the king of noises 

Replicating I am,

In my forest of lush bushes, thriving trees

But as the days pass, forest fades 

Smaller it gets as I mimic the sounds of chainsaws 

Vroom, I hear as trees fall down

Open spaces, nowhere to hide