The swaying koala

The trees are my home

They swing side to side.

As I cling there,

I chew eucalyptus.

It's all peaceful,

It's all quiet.

Just the way I like it.

But not for long.

My claws shake, as the wind sways

A big yellow mouth comes my way

The sound intensifies, with every second.

BANG.

I look around.

I start falling.

I fall faster, and faster, and faster.

The tree howls as it falls.

The land becomes indistinguishable, as debris splatters up.

The birds fly faster, and faster

I lay there, a tear falls from my eye.

Wondering when it will all be over?