Pure instinct

Like all animals we have our instincts, to fight or flight, well, we usually have a choice on the matter but, how about if this time it was a feeling so raw and gruesome that fight or flight was all you had to survive. Like an animal never leaving its home but, still protecting it with all its might. How about if all you had was the life of an animal? In a cage, caught in a net, get shot and cut up to pieces and sold. How about if life was just that? Life. Life and death the same. With no choice but, to follow your animal instincts. With no choice but to fight or flight. To reproduce or to end. To survive or to not survive. Its the life of an animal. Its his life.