We Should be Trying to Stop Our Cockatoos from Dying!

Cockatoos flock,

Their minutes chip away from the clock,

Watching as their home crumbles at their claws,

Bulldozers crushed, trees crunching at their jaws.

They huddle with their families, making every second count,

Until they can’t, and their cheerfulness has no amount.

Staring into bottomless holes,

The remains of their homes, the remains of their souls.

A gluttonous poacher doesn’t care about their lives,

Why would they? They only care if their money arrives.

And so, they hopelessly lay on the land,

Until someone can lend a helping hand.

A glimmer of hope shines brightly,

Found, a struggling cockatoo, a savior holding him tightly.

She cares for him like a mother,

And loves him like no other.

Soon he is healthy,

So he flies away stealthy.

If we all take one step to help our cockatoos,

Their world of the skies can become new.