Metal bars and muted roars, trying to tame the wild hoards. Ethically questionable, these exist, to save species that are at risk.

I’m always ahead, yet never in reach, A silent line where sky and earth meet. You chase me at dawn, I fade at night, A boundary drawn in shifting light. What am I?

Creatures Living Increasingly Must Adapt To Environment, Cause Humans Are Neverending Greenhouse Emitters

Until I am used, a Blank canvas awaits, Words dance in silent whispers, To tell Fragile stories that deliver. I come from a tree but not with a breeze, Although you can say I am a white leaf

I dance without music, I roar without a throat. I can lift up houses Like they’re light enough to float.