Holocaust

Backed-up against the filthy, black bark, the small dove whines;
a chiming bell echoes across the Polish stream's ripples.


A mischievous wolf grins at the shadowed curtain drawn;
his lower left fang protrudes into oblivion with a plan.


The reptile unleashes its forked tongue and hisses wildly;
it will attack at sunrise and stain the leaves with brutal consequence.


New-born kittens squeal in the darkness, suddenly frightened;
a strangely crossed mark of bloody dirt is etched onto their chests.


Lions roar no longer but hush birth-right, hard-earned authority;
it is then handed down to the scavenger who only knows cruel picking.


Chicks are huddled in damp, dusty corners and sharply shaved;
a thousands piles of fresh fluff litter the muddy, saddened ground.


Smirking with complete glee, a hyena chortles maliciously;
how it was incapable of empathy silence solely holds awareness.


Horrifying cries trail the bitter wind to the gentle rabbit's den;
there, in turn, it weeps in a sorrow unexplainable to the heartless.


Graphic demonstrations by the badger's canines linger a while;
he stabs his sharpest weapons deeper on word of command.


Squirrels, innocently jittery, are chased higher into the sycamore tree;
down below, waiting far-off, flowers silently bow their heads, petals wilting.


Howls screech to the moon greedily as the untamed pack-leader claims victory;
his loathed name imprints itself in shadow across the once-bright star.






A silence falls...


Day has come.. solemnly.. sunless.






Hot, thick rivers flood the unavenged scraps, and so the red dove floats;
her carcass drifts amongst the millions somehow deemed inferior.