Ecology, a Love Story
A virus spreads across the fox population;
Rabbits stop getting eaten.
There are no more predators,
the population soars, climbing toward
some line they can’t see.
Gentle grass munching becomes
Every resource can only serve
a finite number of beings.
A simple ecological system: a
grassy meadow in the middle of the woods.
Rabbits wander into the dappled
sunshine to munch on the grass. Foxes
lurk at the edges of the clearing,
grabbing the less cunning rabbits as they
dash back into the shadows towards
Rabbits eat grass,
foxes eat rabbits,
foxes die and
regrow the grass.
It’s stable but
stasis is a myth.
Scientists call it a “carrying capacity”:
the maximum life that can be sustained unchecked
by a given set of environmental parameters.
Surpass this line, and
the population will crash,
falling to the oblivion of
And then I met you and we
didn’t realize there were no predators.
We tripped over a line we couldn’t see, and now
I know why they call it falling.
Illustrated by Rebeka Ryvola