The forest creatures;

from squirrels, turtles, wolves and whatever is left,

scurry across the desolate land;

chewing on rocks.

They have become reckless as the starvation sets in a world destroyed by the past

inhabitants.

The ones which are left behind;

left for dead,

fighting for food.

Before the ravenous rabbits moved like zombies in Michael Jackson’s “Thriller”,

life was like a rainbow;

and the stars shone upon a world which had potential.

The inhabitants forgot to watch out for ahead;

there would be nothing;

nothing left.

Life is now like stale bread,

and the deathless wish they could

find something left;

even if it was moldy,

lonely;

at least they would not have to eat dirt.

The illusion that the past inhabitants had was that things would not ever change;

they did not look to the future;

even though all they did was consume and constantly

rearrange the world around them with their

big brains.