Alone
By Grace L
Published 4 August 2023
I fly alone.
Keen eyes, searching the thick undergrowth for signs of life.
Another night of hunting.
Aimless, useless, hunting.
I am losing hope.
Fast.
Early in the morning, I wake to the sound of a motor.
That sound, like a lion’s roar, full of hate and carelessness.
Giving an ear-splitting shriek, I shoot out of my home in a small brown tree hollow and fly for my life.
The metal monsters are getting close.
Dangerously close.
Cutting and destroying everything in their path.
Beautiful, pristine forest gone, with nothing left but ash and despair.
I need help.
We all need help.
Otherwise, this could be the end.
But there is still hope.
A tiny pin prick of light amid all the darkness.
There is still hope.