Koalas are the subject of this poem by Redland City resident Jan Smith.
The Koala’s Plea
Can you see my ragged fur, fur which once was silver grey?
Do you see my eyes are sore?
Do you care just how I suffer, how I starve and then fall ill
If you ignore my plight, koalas will live here no more
You are my last hope for salvation
You need to recognize my plight.
You need to stop the bushland clearing
You must believe this is not right.
Now I wait alone and lonely, now I wait for death to come
I have no corridors to wander, as I used to love to do
The trees are gone which once I fed from
No one seems to care, do you?
Saving koalas with more effective tree protection
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