The Last Buck
There is a silence that now blankets the woodlands. Once guardians of a lush and intricate ecosystem, the towering trees now stand as mere shadows of their former selves, their branches stripped bare of the bustling creatures that once called them home.
A poignant emptiness lingers among the fallen leaves and cracked earth, a poignant reminder of the last buck that roamed these woods with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly. Its noble antlers, now forever stilled, once pierced the veil of the forest with elegance, a solitary sentinel in a world of fading beauty. The loss of the woodlands and the last buck is a tragic tale etched in the annals of nature’s history, a testament to the irreversible consequences of our actions.
~ Robert David Atkinson