I can hear the rustling leaves,

I can feel them falling on me.


Me, sitting in the quiet tree,

With no hope of finding a way to save me.


I see nothing but black and beige,

I hope somebody can save my family.


I see more and more of the beast,

Waiting for its favourite feast.


Calling for help is what I need,

Spread this message for me please. 


We’re on the edge of extinction, 

It is your prediction.


So please help me,

For your furry friends we need.