Panda Devastation

A panda, I imagine, playing with its cub.

Eating in the livid bamboo forest.

A patch of black and white.

A panda appears once again, letting its cub climb on its back.

A beautiful herd of pandas, playing, eating,

having the time of its life with family.

The sunset looks like invisible paintbrushes have painted streaks of purple and pink

and the brightest rainbow spreads.

Then a flash appears, and a flash of a hunter appears. Panic across the forest, long, and wide.

The hunters turn happiness into devastation, as the pandas are quickly turned from alive to dead.

The night is midnight black, the bamboo is taken and a quarter of the pandas are dead.