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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

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