They won't come back

Deep down in the sea or up in the sky,

There are animals moving gracefully every night.

SWISH…SWOOSH

I hear them searching for safety.

I hear their cries for help. 

SQUARK! SCREECH!

I hear the birds quickly flying away.

I hear the Koalas climbing high in the trees.

Tears flow from my eyes because I know they won't come back.

DRIP…DROP