Rare Red Panda
By Derek G
Published 25 September 2023
Bamboo standing tall and proud.
Trees high enough to touch the clouds.
Happily sleeping with no disturbance.
When awake, munching on herbs.
Trucks I hear,
Humans I fear.
Rain starts to pour,
As chainsaws start to roar,
We have no home.
I sit there looking at the lonely tree.
I try to remember the days with glee.
I sit and sit and sit
I wish there was hope, just a bit.
With no more food.
I am in a rough mood.
I wonder why they do not care when there are a few of us?
It is all a huge fuss.
Hope, Hope, Hope...