The kangaroo is hopping in the red desert

He sees a river

He thirstily slurps and burps

Water rapidly flows

He pauses, happy,

And sees blue skies

No clouds

Sticks crunch like a chip

Bushes rustle

Growling

Moving closer

 

BANG!

Dead cold.

Our animal is no longer

He is someone's food

A stranger in the shadows.

The cycle of life can be vicious

The natural world