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.

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