Sense Sonnet - Acher

Last of Past

Upon the Serengeti Plain
Still migrate herds of wildebeest,
Instinctively following rain
For fresh grass upon which to feast.
Thousands together in a herd,
Such numbers now rare in the wild.
An anomaly has occurred.
For the time being nature smiled.
For some reason man has not done
Wildebeest extermination.
But when man notes a lack of fun,
Wildebeest will no longer run.

One day only man will migrate,
Nothing left to exterminate.