The Kakapo

Soft fluffy feathers like a chicken, no flight,

Different but alike.

The beautiful horizon in sight of our quiet caring tall homey home, 

standing tall and proud, next to a soft calming whistle of the wind in the trees.

The quiet whistling gets louder, our tree fills with screeches,

oh no! Runnnn! 

And out from there comes the horrible huge humans, 

with big bashing machines. 

Now there's nothing we can do. 

Out we come awfully quiet, now there's nothing,

no trees no water, there's not a single standing stump.

I wonder how long until there really isn't one, not one home left for us?

I wonder if we will ever see the glimmering horizon 

in front of our beautiful, just-right tree?

Where shall we go now, do we fight or wait?

I know, I know what we need to do, 

we need to fight, fight for the birds, fight for this bird, 

the Kakapo.