Colonies of pika run
The gauntlet in the frosty sun
Coyote hawk and weasel might
Like a take away at night
But pika know a thing or two
They are very able and all day through
Are on the lookout for bandits who
Might threaten them and what they do
They are very round and have no tail
Their voice is a bleat like a lamb their trail
Is over and through the mountain rocks
So nimble and able to take the knocks
With temperatures rising these little souls
Are feeling the pressure in their holes
They of course live the winter through
They dont hibernate all that they do
Is sleep and eat and dream all day
That it stays cold for there is no way
They can take the heat so each day they climb
Higher and higher running out of time
Almost at the top of the mountains they
If it gets any hotter up there they may
Leap into space the old lemmings trait
For with temperatures rising they now cannot wait
Their Extinction apparently is likely to be
Their only way out so a real tragedy
GAIA will come to their aid I am sure
The tragedy being that man will ignore
One little furry beast up in the sky
And when it comes to his turn he will deny
It was ever his fault
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.