Sugar Glider

See me at nighttime by a fruit tree,

Using my patagium to glide from tree to tree,

Good sources of food will keep me alive,

The drought arrived,

I am hungry and thirsty,

My throat feels dry and rough like sandpaper,

Gliding to a tree because I am searching for water,

Like a starving human would search for water or food,

In this moment I feel hopeless,

Daytime is over and now nighttime is present,

Eventually, the rain showered over the land,

Tough days are over,

For now.