A Birds perspective- Fluttering in our trees;
Eucalyptus and pine
We wait for machines of tin
Our homeland they try to seize
Sounds muffled by feathers
Footsteps pulling us away
From our native tethers
The future, no way to alay.
Balls of colour take flight
Head for the sky
Avoiding the darkness
As our home is ripped apart
Heading back to earth
Our habitat filled with
evil mirth.
Our lair poisoned now..we take flight again
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