The eucalypt forests
Among things that can be repaired
Koalas in the haze
Could feed once again
Nibbling on the gum leaves
Finding their lairs
In the forks of branches
High in the canopies
Instead of searching for water
On the ground in gutters
Their food sources drying up
In the burdensome heat
Dying of thirst
This need not be

It was in a video
(I do recall)
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The world burned
And the koalas cried
A chorus of melancholic voices
Gentle creatures
Running from flames
Singed feet and faces
It was at this point
I cried my useless cry
And clutched fruitless despair
What else could I do?
But paint what some people call a koala bear