An emus land.
A once salt field landscape filled with fish
Now covered in mans wish,
A field of greasy oil full of coal
I’m which lays the mutant soul,
Pretty landscapes full of crisp snow
Now melted ice caps are the show,
Brown jungles used to be green
Dotted around is animals rarely seen,
Giraffes homes torn down by men
Baby emus asking will it be over and when,
This was once an emus land
But us humans we weren’t planned,
Now animals don’t live beside human
They live on plates sprinkled with cumin,
This isn’t a cry for help on the earths behalf
It’s a poem from an emu and a calf.
Each week we are taking part in 'The 100 Word Challenge' to be creative and expressive with our writing.