Habitat For the Wild By Satis Shroff

HABITAT FOR WILD (Satis Shroff) The flora and fauna have a hard time In winter. The white mantle Of snow covers The branches, buds and barks. The owl loves winter As it takes in all Beings that move, With its keen sight. The woodpecker knows Where the larvae and insects Are hiding. It's Spring, The landscape gardeners Have chopped all the trees. Now the spur is bare, No more can I see The deer that came To greet me, To chill in the peace Of the undergrowth, And partake Of the wild elderberries. Man needs new dwellings again, Alas, the habitat shrinks some more. When the deer eat vegetables In Frau Sumser's garden, She cries, 'Inform the official hunter. They have to be shot.' The deer are unwelcome guests In her precious garden. Now and then A russet fox, With a bushy tail, Comes stealthily by. Hope the hunter doesn't get a hint. His duty is to keep wild away, From human domiciles. If he doesn't shoot, He's a bad hunter. If he does, He's a bad guy. And so the habitat dwindles, For the wild. © Satis Shroff. All rights reserved