THIS WAS WRITTEN WHEN I HEARD ABOUT THE FIRES MONTHS BACK
Half a billion animals dead
Species endangered or not seizing to exist
The smell of smoke fills the air
The sky is painted with flames
Cry's fill the air
People shout as the animals wail
It's a troubling morning when the sun rises
Death has acquired many new guests
The woods smell like a bonfire
The ground is black and the trees ashes sprinkle from above
There is no rain
As if the world is to heartbroken to even shed a tear
It's gut wrenching as volunteers have to euthanize the ones who are dying
Slowly in agony
Animals never known to be close to humans cling to them as if their life depends on them
And it does
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