If you could become an animal - Writing challenge

as I sit here-
deep in the forest, bathed in shadow,

watching the leaves fall,
tell me, why does the earth end in such a pretty display

I holler to the trees,
they answer with a rustle

here I sit-
bathed in darkness
trapped beyond reach of the sun

I do not touch the poor creatures they cast into my darkness
flesh does not satiate me
so I chew on my rage

Autumn! She's here at last, sweeping about the earth in a whirlwind of color.
Now turn the days to cool, and the nights to cold!