Mellowbeasts and nature haters

 Over by the small stretch of grass is the mellow beast
larger than bulls with green skin, incredibly docile
The live off forest leaves and can be found on the edge
where pasture meets trees basking in dappled light

They move slowly and clumsily along grazing all day
You don't know what they are because you hate nature
Not a particularly obvious loathing
But an impatience owing to ignorance

A sense that anything without a concrete use
should be abandoned or incinerated as refuse
Inside you is the deep need to simplify a complicated universe
The only expression you need is out of a wallet or purse

I approached the mellowbeast moaning in subtle low tones
Bruises over it's limbs, people just can't leave well alone
I treated the animal and it hummed approvingly
it picked itself up yawned and began moving

It's not that you hate animals, you just don't understand stratification
You'd love to live in self contained mall with artificial vegetation
Eventually running out of air and expiring from suffocation
When you don't tend something alive it dies even spoilt things like you

I led the beast back to it's babies which had been abandoned
High pitched whinneys and munching leaves in tandem
A young man stood in luxury brand crocks and socks the animals lowered
bracing as a thin fire spat out from the boy's deforesting flamethrower