Rustling through the bushes with pain

Silver-lined clouds cover the brightness of the sun,

The shade from bushes covers my sight.

I rustle beneath the clouds hoping for light.

Some bushes are spiky, some are thin, some are thick

As I finally find sunlight, I spy the Orange-bellied Parrot.

I thought it was extinct but it was in grave danger.

It flaps its wings across the sky right above my head 

As I follow it through the sky. It keeps on flying

Until it stops in a little hole

Inside a log, I rustle through the bushes

As the wind howls like it’s calling me.

The log above me is thin and spiky but I still follow 

Until it stops underneath a large rock. What is it doing?

The next day, it wasn’t like before, it had rubbish

All around. The Orange-bellied Parrot was not there

Any more. Trees had upside-down smiles as I put

The palm of my hand against the tree for the last time.