the white roo
By Malvi H
Published 27 September 2022
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.