the white roo

As night fell trees grew little to no food for you

As morning came, shrubs were sprayed to keep pests away!

Pest? Who's a pest, me or you? I'm pretty, I have fur and you?

As we played, the sun grew tall. The smell of roasted roo was strong.

 I know humans like their food but I'm not food, that's just rude.

I have white fur with bright red ears almost as red as you when I saw you on the loo

My family is different. They have gray, red and brown fur but they are round. I'm tall white and proud although in different ways I still taste the same.

As the people came they took my family away. They cut my fur, took my meat, sold it to the markets and danced around. At least I was praised by the last of my life. I knew it was worth it but I thought it wouldn't have hurt.