stuck in the fire

They provide homes and animals will stay in place with lots of space to live,
But not for long,
Scared they were squished in the mist, 
Burnt paws, the smell of fire, dry ground the koalas have nowhere to run, 
Covered in ash, bashed together stuck forever,
Together with each other,
The smell of petrol.
Their journey will continue they were in a wildlife hospital truck. 
Strange voices, soothing words, and gentle touch,
Burnt paws feeling raw, singed fur delicately strapped,
Everyday heroes doing their part,
With their big heart,
Exhaustion, silent relief then calm,
Flashes of light into the night,
Vivid memories keep coming back!