The call for help

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.