since saturday, there has been a lot of destruction going on behind our back fence and i'm feeling very sad about it. the tract of bushland behind us is in the process of being demolished to make way for a residential development.
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there will be no more observations of the kookaburras and other birds nesting in the termite nest set high up in the tree behind our fence
no more picnics in the backyard whilst enjoying the chatter and activity of the birds in the overhanging branches above us
yesterday, the machines came for you, the last tree standing behind our backyard fence
they roped you, pulled you and sawed away at your basethe birds protested and i cried as....
and you were no more....a feeling of emptiness now prevails
there you lay behind our fence....broken and doomed
...while the carnage continues
my heart is sadand i will miss you
~ love, light and peace ~