Canis Lupus Dingo

My coat is shimmering sunsets and gold against a once-green world,

Silent trees stand proudly over the forest floor creating a dark roof overhead, 

The wind whistles through the leaves as they giggle with glee,

While silver light dapples my face which enlightens my fur, 

Cheerful chirping echos through the daylight,

My ears perk up,

A loud stomping sound,

The humans come armed with guns and bullets,  

They shoot,

The trees shutter,

The cheerful chirping stops, instead a sinister screaming fills the heart of the forest,

I sprint into darkness,

The earth takes its final breath,

I stop,

Wounded is my soul,

I feel the end is drawing near,

But what can I do?

I am one hurt soul,

And what would I do?

For the end is drawing near.