Extinct

Blade.  Bullet.  Animals being murdered.
Slaughtered in their prime, for their fur or bones.
Patterned coats, either striped or spotted.
101 Dalmations

Tigers stalked through the wild.  Tracked by the eye of the sniper and the greed of Man.  Brilliant base orange contrasting with intense black stripes.  Sunlight glistens off the big cat's arsenal of a mouth. Swords, daggers, knives are not enough to protect themselves

from keeping the floor warm in the houses of the bourgeoisie.

A snow leopard gracefully jumps.  From boulder to rock. Moving so quickly that their beauty becomes blurred. They're still crystal clear in the eyes of Man.  More rare than rubies.  More precious than pearls.  More expensive than emeralds.

Skinless corpses of big cats are decomposing in a pile of bodies, as humans parade round in their stolen fur.

Is this the height of fashion?

*Author's Notes*

A subject I feel very strongly about.  I decided to write this in a relatively, regular structure.  I realise it's a little short, but I didn't want to stretch it out for fear of losing its effect.

Falling Petals

Falling

through

Empty.  Space.

I should have

known.

Am I just a Pitiable.  Stupid.

Fool?

An idiot in love?

I sound.  Pathetic.  Pitiful.
I see you.  Brilliant.  Beautiful.

There might be more fish in the sea, but I don't
want something so common, it can be found in any ocean.

I want something more.

Something special,
something unique.

My treasure,
my Pearl.

I

Wish.

You escaped from me.
Someone else will have to catch you.

Holding back a river.
Building dams to
restrain, rushing rapids.
Slowly the water trickles through cracks in my armour.

Do I care anymore?

I rip down the barriers and a waterfall of
emotion cascades from my eyes.

It takes a fool to realise too late.

I look up at you.

Towering.

Above.

Me.

A gorgeous rose.

You've grown from a pile of

dirt.

I'm still rooted.  In the Earth.

I tried climbing over your

blade

        sharp

                 thorns.

I was torn to

Bits.
And.
Pieces.

After I crashed.  Back down to Earth.
I noticed a

                 slow
                     
                         falling
   
                                    petal.

I grab onto it.
Hold it close.

It's all I have left.

*Author's Notes*

I took a shot and crashed and burned.  Dedicated to you.   Some of the lines here are song quotations, which I felt suited my situation, so all credit to them.  I structured the poem in this format on purpose and for dramatic emphasis.  That's why I experimented with enjambment and caesura.