You who lay traps
in the wilderness
hopeful, that you will be
happy at catching a wolf a bear
or a fox or those so free
who are clearly on a planet which
ugly critters ply
speaking about our wolfy friends
like this
tears in my eye
those animals were born
where they were trapped
unlike, the likes of you
who lies in your warm bed
at night beside your heated loo
these souls sleep in a draughty
cave
or just out of the snow
created by a higher force
then you may ever know
and you call into question
their ability to run
to try to escape yourlousy trap
no matter what you’ve done
I do feel very sad for you
that you resort to this
slaughtering a proud wild soul
is the thing that brings you bliss
and all you do is karp about the
trap and what it cost
clearly you are so far gone
as to be completely lost