The Scribbly Gum

As the minuscule moth grub makes its way along the tree,

A strong wind comes making it time to flee.

After a long day of creating scribbles and doing work,

The large magpies fly up to the rough branch and lurk.

As the sky turns dark and the clouds glide away,

The great big owl comes out to play.

After years and years of the moth grub scribbling,

It moves onto the next tree to continue nibbling.