The scary bushfire

I wake up, sunbathing in the desert sunshine

A feast of crickets and grasshoppers

A bushfire approaching burning, all native trees in sight

I run to my favourite sunbathing spot

Animals all around dying

I am running to my burrow

It is gone

My scales scorch from the burning sensation

I turn back

The rain comes splashing on my scales

It’s not rain

It’s a strange man with a hose

Out of control

Burning

It all started with someone’s cigarette.