I have the mind of a fox
the meaning of life is in eucalypts
I chomp along the unknown path
clutching to the pillars of history
originally from the east coast
I’m not a bear, you know.
Sharp minds need lots of sleep
the meaning of life is in sleeping
it is the beginning – koalapocalpyse!
the sounds of chainsaws ring
rippling like stones thrown on a lake
the saddest song for lots of species
fill the tall tree’s of character
warning – the humans are coming!
Can we put them on exhibition?
Oh, I dream of eternal eucalypts
cascading over our country
I think I’ll go to sleep now…
Charlie Ann Alford 
sweet poem..’koalapocalypse!’ thought that was such a funny use of both words..
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This was a very good poem!
Saddest song for lots of species indeed.
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