A downfall on the horizon
Flashes of lightning warning distant travelers
Flying Foxes fighting to find food before the storm
             that most certainly leads to famine

Two lonely souls find each other in a forgotten world:

One on two, looks up, and gazes with fear
fear that soon, all of this will be washed away
by drenching rains and thumping boots and stereos

The other on four
instinctively curious about this forgotten traveler
knowing that they will face this storm together

Though species separates them
the look in their eyes is interchangeable
Fearing what the future brings
The unavoidable downfall
that will confront them both

But for now, we stop and stare
take in the fresh air
and breath
Lest we forget there's always
lest we forget there's always peace

A final breath, before impending doom