Crouching Down,
Moving Slowly,
Aware Of Every Tiny Sound.
The Lone-Wolf,
Paws Placed Carefully,
Creeps Up On It’s Fearful Prey.
Snap Then Shriek,
Teeth Meet Beak,
Kicking A Desperate Struggle For Life.
Not A Wimp,
But Dead And Limp,
The Snow Owl Lies There Stained And Broken.
Slowly Covered By The Sea,
Out Of Sight From You And Me,
Fighting Over Land Submerged,
People Who’ll Be Surely Purged.
Chopped Down Into Paper Waste,
No Trees; Just An Empty Space,
All Other Species Are Extinct;
The Tiger, Squirrel And The Mink.