Revenge

The trees are too busy losing leaves or withdrawing deeper into their winter selves to notice me. Clouds pass overhead oblivious to my presence, the wind detours around me and carries on its way as if I'm not there. I mean nothing at all to the river much less the ocean. Butterflies and birds ignore me or keep their distance. I'm treated as only a part of an earthly whole. That won't do. Little do they know they are paying a price for their indifference and reluctance to bend. I am asserting my god given right of dominion by slowly killing them.