Bushfires

Behold! The road through the blue mountains is blocked,

I could see amber's flying like sparks,

A baby koala has just been charred,

Her mother's shrieking has now fainted aghast!

A little girl had earlier called,

To treat her wailing dehydrated dog,

Alas! She has to let him go,

The road to the blue mountains is blocked!

Ah! A little marsupial hops,

With a hope to find his long lost mob

His spirits gradually wading in disdain,

His swollen eyes flickering in pain

My little girl's last call,

Shook me up like a blitzkrieg

Her agonising and painful cries,

Are reverberating in my mind 

Nature's fury spares no one,

The radio has confirmed one more succumbed,

Hurry, I should quickly run,

Behold! The road through the blue mountains is blocked.