The koala

Warm, cosy foundations, peeling little by little, as the time goes.

Long, green snacks, brushing against bodies and faces,

Making a rustling noise in the wind, and still, when silent.

These are our homes, so we hide from the dingo, so we can hide from the eagles,

So we can sleep without worry.

But when the dry season comes, one spark could start an unstoppable beast,

Something which all fear.

The dingo,

The python,

The goanna,

All flee in terror from this beast.

The owl,

The eagle,

The whistling kite,

All flee from this terrible beast.

The beast’s hunger never-ending, and growing with everything it consumes,

And when it collides with the eucalyptus, it sparks more dangerous than ever before.

Red, orange, followed by black,

This creature has left nothing but ash.

But people can help us, trees can grow back, we’ll be back where we were, eating those leaves.