The Yellow-Bellied Glider
By Aimee L
Published 23 September 2024
Hoot, shriek, gurgle, rattle,
These gliders have now gone to battle,
Fighting climate, fire and harvest,
Their hollow, harking hoot's a prattle.
Their fur is a piece of hot firewood,
Their belly like a soft spoon of crème brûlée,
All of that is about to be gone,
Maybe even before the crack of dawn.
It might be enough to make you bawl,
As these gems are quite small,
They are often blown away in the squall,
Then tragically die in the fall.
So here's your reminder,
Save the yellow-bellied glider.