NOT WITH A BANG

I can imagine the day the deer go extinct.
I know that it will be our fault.
It does nothing to me.

I can imagine the day when cats are gone.
That will be an accident, but I’m sure
Those tenacious creatures will be back some day.

I imagine the day when dogs are gone.
That will be the end of man.
With, not a bang or the blast of a bomb,
but the last whimper of a dying Doberman.