Their extant is our existence

No chirping growling roaring or barking,

The sounds were lost.

But, the beauty didn't exhaust.

There was no one but one could trace the paw prints.

As if it was giving some good hints.

Of an untamed entry inside the no entry.

No difference could be drawn as there was a significant indifference in the scene spread around.

Yes, it may have been a gory scene for the obvious reasons of the rules in their existing realms.

But, the gruesome catering of the scene -

Was so ghastly, so grisly no doubt it was so unnatural to be have existed even in the dreams.

The place which was already habitated but appeared abandoned indicating a glitch.

It was something which once lost could not be repaired by any stich.

Was like someone's existence questioning the extant of the inhabitants.

Was it a gallant, talent or something so violent?

Or 

A deadpan deadly on a race so rampant?

Such a haunting of the ferocious.

Is something so serious.

It questions that are we still so old to be in the Holocene?

Or

too poor in brains to live in this world's any of the geographical realms?

Or

Is it they being beautiful creation of God making us feel jealous of their extant?

Altogether we all stay still we slay or slaughter the one, without whom this world has no one.

Is it just a poignant prophecy or an ignorant intricacy?

Understand or repent for the loss of this delicacy!