Oh, what happens when it dies

Does the entire balance of earth collide?

Does it disappear like it was never found?

Just a ghost of something, drowning deep in the ground

Once it might have lived past our day

If only it was destined to stay

But other plans were stored just beneath the eye

And so long this creature goes, so long a goodbye

An area of growth, flourished and free

Seemed to sink right beneath the sea

An island of red and plush signs

The only mark of existence on the outside

A fate sealed with a gun and a man

Peace for this animal wasn’t what was planned