Black as Black

The air is blacker than the darkest depths of the sea.

All there is are the grey, ash-covered balls of fur wrapped around their children,

protecting them whatever the cost.

Savage flames licking the trunks of the scribbly gums, 

longing for a taste of the innocent, trapped creatures hugged protectively in the loving arms of the trees.

Creak, crash, hiss!

More homes being devoured by the hungry monster ruling the peaceful kingdom of the  ground.

Afraid.

Almost nothing left

Burning.

Burning.

Gone.