Losing Animal Instinct

On a fairly dark midnight hour, he walks those elongated paths, high in his own thoughts, high from his draught, under half lit pale yellow streetlights. As he keeps walking, a hare crosses him by, pauses for a moment and once again hops by.

Stunned by the rare sighting, rubbing his eyes, he considers it as a hoax and keeps walking by. Now along comes a street dog, wagging his tail, with watery eyes, he hopes for a biscuit or a piece of any leftover whatsoever. However, with nothing left to offer, he prefers to scare away the dog with stones.

Taking a sip from his draught, he hides his cold hand in the jacket and prefers to continue his walk. Concerned about his lost job, he walks over a strand of ants, while they keep getting crushed, until a moment, he decides to take a sip again before crossing the crossroad with a quick jump over the road.

Finishing a joint, he tosses the leftover butt onto a tiny water puddle besides him and throws away the draught bottle further into the bushes and goes on to finish his long traipe.

Ousted by thirst, street dog decides to drink off the puddle and in search of leftovers, the hare decides to shake the bottle. Not getting much out of both, they decide to hop on and explore further for their victuals.

Such is the night, so is the situation, for not just both of these, but for so many as such. This very own lane, this very own land was once displaced by dark jungles, and a never ending gushing stream of water, which drenched the thirst of many.

Lost in our engulfing thoughts, we keep building cities on their streets, we keep shedding leaves off their trees and yet they entertain us in our zoos and who knows, which beast might mislay their temper and set loose.

We stay concerned and keen about more than just our cuisines, attires and dwellings, we still miss a concern about these beings more often than we did.

Barging the borderline of animal apocalypse, they keep crossing over and we keep neglecting over. Just the way we draw borders for sanctuaries and their conservations, there must never come a time, when these invisible city beings will be driven behind a similar border, wherein we will just have a memory of them ever being alive at all.

Forgetting our animal instinct, we have crossed all our borders and encroached onto their lands for our own comfort and betterment, on a scale which feels threatening and irrevocable.

They are muted and helpless and they keep getting pushed further behind onto grave misery and extinctions.

If not now, then it will be never. There has to be a voice of their own and a land of their own, wherein they can feed their own and live by on their own.

Engrossed with the virtual reality all around us, we often tend to forget about the actual reality around us. Just like we wish for a better future, we also must wish for the safeguard of the present contexture.

Life is no fun without those beings around us, and it will be no fun, with only us and only us all around us.

Time is high and the tide is down, let's preserve, let's conserve!

Save Nature, Save Animals, Save the future!