Aislin Freedman, Junior
We used to live somewhat peacefully. Sure, there was always the threat of snakes and birds, but it was never like this. We all huddle in a small hole in the ground under some bark until the sound of growling has long since faded into the background sounds of buzzing, scuttling, and ruffling of the rainforest on a normal day.
Ever since the wolves came, this is how it’s been. They’ve been ravaging around in the forest for any meat they can find, and building dens in the previous homes of other animals. Hopping out of the hole we were all in, we can see the desolation caused by the wolves.
They took everything, the food, the safety, even the water. With wolves camped around the water sources, everyone else is dying of dehydration. Not to mention the starvation rates, especially with the extra animals camped out in the deeper recesses of the forest.
But the ravens are the worst. They sit in the trees and caw all day, and their black plumage covers up the sky. They’ve taken over the trees, so even the remaining frogs and other tree dwelling animals are confined to the dirt and rocks. The lizards get us faster now.
Black feathers fall from the sky. The sun is nonexistent these days. It’s blotted out by dark shapes polluting the sky.
With the wolves taking over everything, soon it will all be destroyed. The Ravens are a sign. But looking over at the wolves, I realize that they don’t care. They play and kill and conquer in the land they stole while the rest of the nature around them degenerates into something unlivable for the rest of the animals and plants. Soon enough there will be nothing left for them. Possibly generations from now, possibly in a few decades, all their food will be gone. But they don’t realize what we do- they just feel like they are on the top of the world. And after all, it’s so much easier to just live in the here and now with no care for the future generations.