The pardalote

I see a twinkle in the distance, moving from tree to tree.

I can make out a beautiful forty-spotted pardalote.

I am flying in the sky, flapping my wings.

I am a diamond bird, small not big.

Resting on my injured wing, I hear a bark in the distance.

I try to fly, but just fall down.

The dog gets closer and closer.

There is no escape.

Home is all gone.

Trees aren’t here.

The forty-spotted pardalote lives in fear.

While waiting in the tree, I hear a beautiful sound.

It is the chirping of my parents, coming home empty beaked.

Another feedless night awaits me.

Peace and quiet, it comes in the night sky.

I spread my wings in flight.

The enemy is here and will never go away.

We need to act now, to save the future.

So, let’s start today.