Down in the Hollow

The green grass was peeking it's head above the snow. Bird song gently woke the animals in the hollow from a peaceful slumber. The sun was waking too, stretching it's red, orange, yellow, and purple arms across the sky. From a fallen log some ants crawled to meet the dawn. The short whiskered nose of a bobcat poked out of a cave, and if you squinted your eyes you could make out the shadows of it's cubs. The antelope stood tall, silhoutted against the sun. Her baby stumbled into her legs, then got his bearings and stood proud beside her mother. Warm light now bathed the hollow, flooding it with a beautiful glow.
And off in the distance a rumbling began. A low growl, like that of a waking lion. The source of the noise drew nearer. Soon it was standing at the lip of the hollow. Metal grinded as the wheels of the beast turned. Gone was the flowers, the grass and the birds. The ants have been crushed, the cats ran away, the baby antelope didn't live to see the next day. Now there is a shopping mall in these parts, and all we are left with is a hollow space is our hearts.