Koalas

• Olivia Camilleri, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2009

Hungry Koalas,
Eating rough gum leaves,
Off the tall gum trees,
Swaying in the cool breeze

As the moon comes out,
The stars are shining bright,
Silent koalas,
What a beautiful sight.

As the bushwalkers come,
And the sun is now shone,
They are now awake,
Ready for some fun.

What is that I smell?
Fire burning around,
As the trees crash down,
Only some are found.