Our Home

So loud.
Humans walking around my home
Our home

Holding their things. Their gadgets. We don’t know these in my home.
Our home

They walk scattered. Not united, like us. Not as a pack, like us.
The ‘leader’ points them to the trees surrounding my home
Our home

I see them take the nests of the birds
The branches of the night possums 
The parts of this place that make it my home
Our home

They don’t see their wrongs, blind to their mistakes.
Do they not know they are leaving us stranded,
Without a place to go to? No more of my home.
Our home