Koala Black smoke chokes me, grey fur singed. Small paws smouldering; wide eyes sting. Our homes in cinders, charred debris. New infants clinging, forced to flee. Each family raised here now bereft, With bush floors burning, birth meets death. So, instincts wary, wild yet brave, we trust in your kind our own to save. I wrote this poem and painted this watercolour after witnessing the devastation caused by the Australian bushfires. On its sale, the full cost of the painting wa