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.