My pet is called Nature

By Thorin N. Tatge

I fill my hand with food and offer it to Nature. The creatures come and eat the food.

They love me; I can tell.

I put Nature in a box and let it sit there for a week. I look in; it is still alive.

I fill my hand with food and offer it to Nature. The creatures come and eat the food.

Their love abates with time.

I fill Nature with light and heat. It glows.

I fill my hand with food and offer it to Nature. The little creatures are all hiding.

Their thoughts are not of love.

I seal Nature up, and keep it in the closet for a month. I look in; it is still alive.

The little creatures have eaten all the light and heat.

I fill my hand with food and offer it to Nature. The little creatures are not hungry.

They don’t know I am there.

I fill Nature with darkness and cold. It warps.

I fill my hand with food and offer it to Nature. The creatures cannot find my hand.

They love me through their fear.

I shut Nature in a trunk and seal it tightly for a year. I look in; it is still alive.

The little creatures have eaten all the darkness and cold.

I fill my hand with food and offer it to Nature. The creatures do not recognize it.

They have forgotten love.

I wrap Nature in a vacuum and hurl it through the sky. After a billion years, it comes down again. I look in; it is still alive.

I fill my hand with food and offer it to Nature. The creatures come and eat the food.

They love me as they die.