Nothing

I feel the breeze against my fur 

as I stare at the remains of my home.

We have nothing my mum says, 

nothing my sister asked? 

Nothing I respond.

The ash is still stuck to the trees, 

so it is too hot for us to climb them. 

Then we see the red monster again

consuming everything in its path. 

The last thing I remember …

was my mum calling for me.