Trophic Cascade

Predators move in predictable patterns 
leading you to believe
in your struggle to survive,
everything happens for a purpose
causing you to foolishly assume
in the end
it somehow always works out.

The balance we strive to maintain is
precarious at best
but better considered as perilous
and fraught with just enough sanity
to provide the necessary proof
we’re all insane.
At least on levels we pretend
don’t really matter.
In the end,
there is only the end,
something apex predators prove
on a continually consistent basis.