Orange-Bellied Parrots

Soaring through, in the air

Little left on the marsh

Flying far, a vivid flare

Climate being quite a harsh

Winter comes, lesser grounds

Flying far and very wide

Making vibrant, frantic sounds

Living innocent like a hyde

Numbers dwindling, not much left

50 remain, free on shore

Foxes and cats, making bereft

Nobody is really sure

There is not much we can do

But one thing's for sure; there are few