---

 

Read intently, for within these lines lies a secret not of humans, but of a feline observer. A cat, wise and watchful, contemplates a world consumed by a strange kind of hunger – a hunger not for food, but for something far more destructive.

Let this poem be your window into a world seen through keen, non-human eyes, where the price of human ambition is laid bare.

---

 

Of late, I contemplate,
The world is full of ire and hate,
As a cat, I observe and reflect,
This constant hostility, hard to neglect.

We cats kill, but only for food,
Our actions driven by need, not mood,
Guided by instinct, not by thrill,
We hunt to sustain, we kill to fulfil.

Essential for survival, never for leisure,
Every life taken, weighed by measure,
Humans, self – centred at best,
Destroy species at the drop of a hat, never knowing when to rest.

Their relentless drive blinds them to pain,
Greed and power, their constant refrain,
Extinction and devastation, the cost so high,
They seek more, as the world around them dies.

Forests felled, rivers poisoned and dry,
The air choked with smog, darkens the sky,
Oceans filled with plastic and waste,
Human greed leaves the earth defaced.

In their race for profit, they ignore the signs,
Of a planet in peril, of warning bells’ chimes,
Greenhouse gases trapping heat in the air,
Global warming’s embrace, a burden we share.

---