poem thingy that i wrote awhile back

Dogs chase their tails for a sense of excitement, and joy, but there is no end in sight, even if they catch their tail, what happens next? Does the cycle just continue?

Some people wait their entire lives, for someone who loves them, someone who cares, but for the unlucky few, no one comes, or for some people, someone comes, stays just right intill they get what they want and then leave.

It continues.

A dead rabbit lays on the side of the road, flies surrounding it. It met it's untimely end at the hands of a metal monster.

Later on, a wolf will feast on it's corpse, but little does it know, that rabbit was infected with a horrible deadly disease. The wolf will go rabid and end up biting its mate and later dying, its mate will do the same when infected and bite her pups.

The cycle never ends. The cycle will continue and continue, until there is nothing left.