Burnt.

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

Claws, deteriorating.

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.

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