I sat upon the fire rock
Feet apart the parched sand
Releasing the band on my curly locks
Sweat dripping down my blistered hands
A dry, desert wind brushes pass my face
I stare out into the ever-brown in a daze
Above, the majestic sun ferociously burns
Flames ready to sear dry, desert ferns
With my wineskin in hand I drink a generous portion
The dusty taste stinging my cracked lips
All of a sudden it happened without caution
The cursed hide toppled and water seeped
I cussed and rushed to retrieve my precious hold
To my dismay my carelessness had let the desert stole
Two-fifth of my water-ration was gone
I had no idea how I was to survive till dawn
Exhausted I set up camp and rested my aching head
Most likely by tomorrow I'd probably be dead
The last indication was the ghastly call of carrion
A flutter of powerful wings before my world went silent
