Thank you Wildlife Carers
My fles is burnt, my fur is singed
I”m blinded by the heat
My paws are sore, I fled so fast
The flames I tried to beat.
My home is razed, no grass to graze
My hollow tree is gone.
I have no nest, no place to rest
But still my wing is strong.
I need your help, I am confused
But blindly do my best
I pray that soon I will be found
And at a Carers, rest
They”ll do their best to care for me
My burns and eyes they”ll treat
They”ll search for us in blackened bush
And leave out food to eat.
And if with Grace I do survive
This horror I’ve been through
You can thank the Wildlife Carers
For the loving work they do
WRITTEN FOR THE WILDLIFE CARERS
PUBLISHED IN WILDLIFE MATTERS FEBRUARY 07
EDITION; A PUBLICATION OF WILDLIFE CARERS
SENT TO MY BY COLIN WOOD
