Once it was
\nalive, a vibrant soul
\nenjoying life
\nand then a hunters bullet
\nin seconds caused it strife<\/p>\n
so much so
\nits thoughts its vision
\nits memory was lost
\nit only had its instinct
\nthat had been the cost<\/p>\n
and that vile stupid bullet
\nthat climax, and that end
\nof what was truly beautiful
\nour little furry friend<\/p>\n
now lying on the snowy waste
\npanting as life passed
\npain the pain of leaving
\nher loved ones
\ncoming fast<\/p>\n
in the agony of knowing
\nthat in the earth somewhere
\nher cubs now would be restless
\nprobably aware<\/p>\n
but blatantly alone
\ntheir life too ending
\nin the time
\nit took to live a whole life
\nand from the great pit climb<\/p>\n
eyes closing, breath diminishing
\na soul departs this earth
\neyes glazed and in that instance
\nall of life’s great worth<\/p>\n
suddenly just silence
\nher body though intact
\nbut all life had escaped it
\nthat was the mean fact<\/p>\n
up comes the sick assassin
\nrifle at his side
\npicks up the lifeless body
\nand skins it, for the hide<\/p>\n
and fur he wants that quality
\nthe rest he casts aside
\nthe great lactation force
\nis thrown
\nits power alas denied<\/p>\n
The cubs will now be retching
\nhuddled in the earth
\nhow much they want that warm
\nsweet milk
\nfor them it had great worth<\/p>\n
but instead its leaking quietly
\ninto, the cold snow
\ndeath came very suddenly
\nfor the cubs it will be slow<\/p>\n
“that will fetch a goodly sum
\nI will use the head as well
\nshe had quite pretty features
\nshame she’s now in hell”<\/p>\n
“when its treated
\nwashed and hung
\nIt might be stitched into
\na lovely coat
\nfor someone who will
\ncherish it life through”<\/p>\n
made up of the dead souls
\nthe tortured souls
\nbut still
\na coat that could fetch
\nthousands
\nfor the blood that it did spill<\/p>\n
it could fit into a great coat
\npossibly among
\nthe greatest ever
\nand be worn
\nby some film star
\nnothing wrong<\/p>\n
the hunter sees some money
\nnothing else he sees
\nhe cares not for the mother
\nand knows not, for her babies<\/p>\n
Nature doesn’t means a thing
\nthat’s not what he does
\nhe points his rifle at what ever
\nand gets that special buzz<\/p>\n
seeing it collapse and fall
\nand watching as it dies
\nhe hangs on that experience
\nand that fire he applies<\/p>\n
he’s happy with it
\nno consoling factors in his heart
\nhe couldn’t feel the pain at all
\nhe couldnt even start<\/p>\n
to go down that road, ever
\nits his work its his time
\nhe kills fur bearing creatures
\nand gets them in their prime<\/p>\n
if in good condition
\nthe payback he gets is why
\nand that pays for his
\ncigarettes
\nand his whisky
\nto get high<\/p>\n
and famous starlets
\nprobably now wear
\nsome of his kills
\nwhat do they know of
\nanimals
\nand the blood he spills<\/p>\n
they want the mink
\nthey want the fox
\nthe cat walk raised
\nthe game
\ndesigners big designers
\nits ego and its fame<\/p>\n
her head will be draped
\naround the shoulder
\nof some hag who feels
\nmore beautiful
\nwith a dead head
\nI’m aghast at what appeals<\/p>\n
to some and how they manage
\nto walk about each day
\nshowing off the dead head
\nof a vixen that did lay<\/p>\n
panting in the snow that day
\nknowing her cubs would die
\nfrantically alone with it
\nnot understanding why<\/p>\n
and now her head is draped
\naround the shoulders
\nas some hag with her fox bag
\nin her hand
\nruns the gamut of anxious onlookers
\nwhich sadly no body
\ncan understand<\/p>\n
There was a fox
\nan actual fox caught in in a locking trap
\nall this played out yesterday
\nand she will become a wrap<\/p>\n
her cubs have died most probably
\nlike her before their time
\nbut nobody remembers them
\nbut they will now with this rhyme<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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