Regent Honeyeaters

A large black and yellow pom pom sitting amongst the trees.

Open forests with beams of sunshine peaking through, leaves whistling in the wind.

Monstrous machines drive into her home,

shrieking, screeching,

announcing their presence to everyone. 

The stench of fuel wafts into her nose,

another tree falls, Another One!

A vibration trembles through the ground;

it startles her.

More vibrations, as more trees collapse.

How much more of her home will get destroyed until they are done?

Retrieving eucalyptus leaves to construct her nest,

but soon there will be none left.

When she goes to sleep at night,

does she worry about her home?

her children? 

or most of all, if she will even wake up the next morning?

How much longer until she is gone? 

We must bring more attention to them, the Regent Honeyeaters.