Rare Red Panda

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...