The Last Journey?
All around her the sound of thunder as
the herd rolls across the plain.
A seemingly unchanging dust bowl, but
each year it grows and the waterholes shrink.
She blinks, clearing her vision momentarily. Every year they make the same journey, their
survival depending on it. They travel
from here to there, for the lush green grass and cool, clear, deep water. Then travel back again when the weather turns and they
receive that irresistible urge to make the return trek.
Don't think about it, just do it! Keep with the herd, there is safety in
numbers, follow the line towards the setting sun. Look forward, never look back.
But, our numbers are dwindling, food and
water becoming harder to find. Surely we
must all know the end is coming.
Will this journey
be the last?
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