The Predator

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Hungry fire,

Angry fire,

Raging swirls of red, orange, and yellow stalks the forest

As if the fire was the predator,

The forest: the prey

 

 

The fire pounces.

 

 

The fire licks at the bark hungrily,

As the smoke billows into the blood red sky.

Creating a border between Heaven and Hell.

 

 

The trapped animals run in hopes to survive

 

 

But fail.

They’re engulfed in the flames with the rest of the forest


 

Mother Nature stands by and watches as the disaster

A smile playing on her lips.

She turns and walks away

As the rest of the forest and everything in it is devoured.

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