Edge To Extinction

When gallons of water fall from the faucet, my mother reminds me to turn off the faucet when not in use. But as I count the last few drops falling down towards the drain, I think about the animal that ate endangered, and getting killed every second. Many never contemplate that humans are the threat to wildlife. But hunters slowly inch through the jungles, with their long black guns ready to fire and kill animals. Sadness runs through from seeing death rising, populations decreasing. Howls of desperate cries call out to each other going through cities, states, counties, and to the world. All finding out that animals have the right to survive. It is the verge of extinction. The last moments they will survive. Once there is none, there gone But time is running out, extinction is rising.