Having Fun When Creatures Think of You as Food

I see them
salvaging remnants
of their lives,
none of them tender
or gentle themselves,
but they are made of
food and water.
.
I see their enemies
who don't know their
laughter following.
Just a little joy
they silently plead,
or they
curse the odds
and bravely go.
.
In silence they can
be sucked into the guts
of enemies they can't see
or be covered with their skins.