the furry creature snuffles in the damp and rich soil for roots, its creamy tusks digging in the ground.

its snout begins to tingle and it sniffs slowly in the air.

it follows the sweetly delicious scent and behold!

the forest jewels gleaming in the bush like rubies.

grunting in satisfaction, the creature enjoys its snack of forest berries.

it saunters of with a happy sensation, tail bouncing in the air.

If you can guess the animal, comment down below! :)

My poor family awaits me, you see

to bring them food up in the tree

But I am broken, I am weak,

I have burns throughout my whole body.

The smoke in the air is just so harsh

on my lungs and in my eyes.

I climb to the top of a tree so slow

I look down at all the fires below.

My grey soft fur is now charcoal burnt.

My cute black nose peels pink, it hurts.

But I cannot

give up hope

I cry for help

no one hears me though.

My four legs, trembling

Claws, deteriorating.

My eyes are closing now, good night.

I’m sorry I just can no longer fight.

.............Is that blood?

I feel a drop.

It has no scent,

it’s clear and...what!?

This is water! This is rain!

I will rejoice again!

No animal is now tougher than me,

here I come

my family awaits me, you see.

#australia #poetry #libbythepencil #hope #despair #prayers #bushfires #rain #thoughts

When I saw you first,

You portrayed a familiar face with a familiar kind.

Those lovely buttoned eyes

and a clueless tiny mind.

I've seen you live there,

clutching the barks of the tree.

I wish I could hold you

in thy arms,

and pet you in reality.

Those teddy fashioned ears,

That brunet bulged nose.

You went viral,

Famous with that 'come hither' pose.

They keep leaving toxic hors d'oeuvres behind, much to my chagrin, a culinary delight according to my poodle. The mock M&M's keep making him ill but unlike humans, trying to teach a down and dirty dog cause and effect is one big fat exercise in futility.

As if the stomach distress of my dog wasn't bad enough, the little fuckers eat just about everything in my garden, including the barberry, a bush that sports needle like thorny thorns. Jiminy crickets! Do they possess teflon tongues?

I'm inside looking out my slider at the bushes right now and they are as bald as George Castanza, damn it. But, holla at your boy, gotta give it up when they hop off from here to their next victim. Don't they just look too damn cute protruding that sweet little cottontail.

A shadowed figure stark and still

Up there upon the tree

Revolved her head and hoos so shrill

She seems to call to me

But below commotion stirs the mice

They scurry to and fro

Then with a swoop they’re in her vice

Her presence too stealthy to know.

My friend has many colors,

tan and blue and green and red

with heartfelt, white-rimmed eyes

and flat-ish, black-capped head.

His chest is striped and fluffy,

he likes to scream when we’re apart

and with four toes on each foot

he grips my finger and my heart.

-for my little green monster

I am the thankless defender of my castle. My badge hangs proudly around my neck as I stand, tall and still, gazing out the castle depths for any sign of trouble. Sometimes, a stranger approaches our entrance and I ward him off before he knocks our reinforcements in. My King and Queen often admonish me for being too enthusiastic. I gladly take the scolding if it means that they are safe from the trespasser they call “the Mailman.”

Each day, my King and Queen leave and I am left to guard the castle all alone. Though it is a thankless job, it is a duty I take most seriously. I reassume my position and patiently wait for their return.