Running through the forest, hearing the leaves rustle and crunch beneath my paws.

Watching the ants scuttle up and down the trees like packs of wolves, just like I am in.

They work together as a team, as do I, to make sure they collect food for the whole family.

I have to do the same, making sure I feed my young cubs.

 

My cubs are my life.

If I don’t feed them, they’ll starve and die.

If I feed them, they’ll grow up large and strong to defend for themselves,

And to bring up a family of their own.

 

Running through the forest, you collect a mixture of scents.

Lavender, thyme, clover, rosemary, pine.

I also get a strong smell of the earth, when I run across it,

And when it gets caught in my claws, paws and fur.

 

The trees stand tall beside me.

Over powering, almost frightening,

Threatening to fall down on upon of me.

However, they are great for me to scratch to sharpen my claws on!

 

The roar of traffic when I run past a busy motorway.

My fur stands of end when I run across a road, with the fear that I could get run over.

I am constantly worrying that my home could be torn away in an instant, by humans.

This is what has happened to my family, some of whom are now dead because of this.

 

These humans take too much and never give!

Don’t they know that this world is home to us animals too?

They are no longer to be trusted by us anymore,

Since as they seem incapable to trust us back…