My poor family awaits me, you see
to bring them food up in the tree
But I am broken, I am weak,
I have burns throughout my whole body.
The smoke in the air is just so harsh
on my lungs and in my eyes.
I climb to the top of a tree so slow
I look down at all the fires below.
My grey soft fur is now charcoal burnt.
My cute black nose peels pink, it hurts.
But I cannot
give up hope
I cry for help
no one hears me though.
My four legs, trembling
My eyes are closing now, good night.
I’m sorry I just can no longer fight.
.............Is that blood?
I feel a drop.
It has no scent,
it’s clear and...what!?
This is water! This is rain!
I will rejoice again!
No animal is now tougher than me,
here I come
my family awaits me, you see.