Cry of the Innocent

On blankets of snow Carcasses of my siblings lay. I watch you now Walk away. Moments ago, Your greedy eyes, knives, Merciless shadow Had snatched their lives. As you merry about The cozy fur and trophy heads I prepare to ready the shroud Tears piling around in hundreds. Justice waits for you… Justice of nature… A world dry of animals, foliage, and hue– Nature’s punishment for our blunder.