Lost Power

A roar echos through the dense forests, as a little beast rips through a carcass.

Bushes rustle and part, to show a little button-nose wriggling, scanning the area for hopeless prey.

Devilish sounds strike fear into reckless prey like a wolves howl.

I see the flashing of cameras.

I hear children laughing at me

I feel trapped while people point and stare. 

The roaring of engines like a thylacine

There's a hopeless chance.

I hear trees fall and branches snap

Is this the end?

Surrounded by wild fires and ash flakes from leaves,

I see them float around and I wonder if the sound of fire crackling is getting closer.

Silence...