Through the eyes of a koala…

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…