My Home

I am running around in my wooodland home. I am frolicking with my friends out in the clearing. I am breathing deeply, smelling all the things that keep me so happy. I am gathering all my favorite treats, which I lke to eat. that keep me kicking, feeling like life is worth keeping. I am climbing trees and just being happy to be free. Till dusk falls, I climb into my night time hole that keeps me warm and protects me from the nights toll. But in the early morning before the crack of dawn, I am frightend, alarmed by this loud piercing noise, a noise I have never heard. Making the ground shake, my little heart go irate. I peek out of my hole, to see if the star filled night sky has fallen, all has turned black. What I see makes me feel like someones trying to hurt me, my hopes, all that I have dreamed. It's humans, it's humans I screamed. that are ripping into my home land, ripping my home right out from under me. My trees, my land, that tall sweet grass, health waters that streamed, this all just makes me want to scream. But, then I say silly me, nobody can even understand. Humans must have no heart, compassion, for anything that is not like, act like themself. For I know if their homes were torn down, awakened by all this horrible noise, they too would feel like their dreams, hopes, anything their futures once held so dear, was taken away right from under their rears. I just hope someone finds this as cruel, that they would stand up for our hopes an dreams, and for all the trees, that we call home, they call work.