The Bushfire

As I wrap myself around the old tree and have a look at the moon, I notice that it is in the shape of an old crooked spoon.

As I close my eyes and get ready for bed, I look down and see a snake getting ready to shed.

With my Joey snuggling in securely and tight,
I sing him a lullaby, and say good night!

As I wake in the morning I yawn as loud as a yell
But when I climb down the tree I sniff a funny smell.

I can smell something burning and go to investigate but I think to myself if I leave my joey up there it might lead him to his fate.

So I quickly run back to my tree where I hope my joey is ok but because I wandered off for too long the later it gets in the day.

When I eventually reach my home all I see is a single clover and because of the dreadful fires, my tree has fallen over.

As I walk to my tree and take a big look around I feel devastated and sigh with a frown. 

Then I hear rustling from under a branch, could it be, oh please, then I stop in a trance.

It’s my joey, at last, he is scared and curled up in a ball, as I think to myself how in the world did he survive that fall.
As I walk to my tree and take a big look around I feel devastated and sigh with a frown. 

Then I hear rustling from under a branch, could it be, oh please, then I stop in a trance.

It’s my joey, at last, he is scared and curled up in a ball, as I think to myself how in the world did he survive that fall.