The Warmth of a Koala

As I walked through the forest my bare feet sink into the mud  
Suddenly I spy koalas hugging trees.  
Gray fur, cute little faces, warm-looking, sleepy. 
Koalas aren't bears they are marsupials. 
Picky in their eating habits  
Eucalyptus leaves their only fare. 
I wonder how they climb so high, 
The branches touch the sky.