Koala

The fur is so soft, as soft as snow,
My mums and my dads on the journey they will go.

The smell so homely and is a glimpse of their past,
Is this a coincidence? Many times I have asked.

The patches unveil their hidden true beauty,
The koalas hold memories and that is their duty.

My dad would suck on the ears as a child he would,
My mum would cuddle hers as much as she could.

Throughout the years, so close they remain,
Coming from very different places with different terrain.

The appearances so different, yet in someway the same,
From Stevenson to Carruthers, now it’s the same surname.

Oh koalas, what have you done,
Created something wonderful, for everyone.

Your soft, silky fur so soft so luxury,
Coming from rural and shrubbery.

How you may not be mine or my brothers too,
I’ve got a secret to tell, I can’t live without you.