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28.12.19

After the Fires, Koalas


After the Fires, Koalas

After the fires, koalas
run to people who offer water, 
drink eagerly,
allow themselves to be handled,
taken away in soft bags
(or one woman’s shirt 
hastily doffed) 
for rescue: their burnt feet 
ointmented and bandaged 
or put into bootees
especially knitted.

They may not know 
what long-term human failings
caused the raging flames
destroying so many of them,
so much of their habitat –
but how wondrous they do know
individuals they encounter
or who approach
can be trusted utterly 
to offer help. How good 
that they are right.










And also see this story. 

Written for 'imaginary garden with real toads' – 
WORDY FRIDAY WITH WILD WOMAN: 
STAYING STRONG IN A WORLD OF CLIMATE CRISIS




(Images: Fair use.)