A horse, silent and steady,
Busy in contemplation.
A dog tired,
Half asleep.
A feathered sky above.
Steroid pumped clouds.
All you need to know about life and death,
Is up there, in that sky.
A cow, wild and hungry,
Grazing the grass,
That grew on the graves,
Inside a sombre graveyard.
A dozen or more,
Hungry monkeys.
Jumping restlessly.
Holding on.
Holding on to passing cars,
For want of food.
Diving and blocking,
Killing in their will to live.
Screeching tires,
A flying car,
A missed turn,
Upon the hill.
A broken vehicle,
Filled with fuel.
A forest in danger.
Fire.
The driver's seat is empty.
There is no magic here.
All that remains,
A few pieces of skin and bones.
The murder's own habitat,
Now threatened.
Yet, unaware, the monkeys,
Jump on to the next passing car.
