The Strongest Survive
Ambling through the reeds
the spotted feline slices and slaughters
petals like a chef chops celery.
The reeds wilt and turn a dark,
uninviting, death-wrenching brown.
Romping around the fresh mound
the frost-bitten savages confuse and kill
innocent workers gathering food for the colony.
After completing the brutal task, the savages spread
their weather-beaten wings and fly victoriously away.
Straining to be free of its rough knobby surface
held tightly by the seizing soil, pulling it deeper and deeper
sinking like a man struggling to be freed from quick sand.
Its gnarled roots sucked deeper into the realms of darkness,
as it is helplessly drained of life.
Surging through the endless fields
scurrying and searching with anxiety
for a crevice, a place to hide.
The winged predator, however cares not wether it hides or not,
the rodent hides, the nocturnal beast hears his prey and zeros in on it.
Dashing as quickly as it can
it swiftly attempts to outrace the fastest sprinter
whose spots blur and become a yellow black swirled mixture.
The weak one runs with all its strength, but is impaired when the hunters
attack, piercing the skin, viciously ravaging the precious blood.