Written, February 11, 2024
Poetry/Verse/Eleven Lynx to Make One Coat Copyright Protected, ID 02-1622-559-11 All Rights Reserved, 2024, Constance La France
"In our hands is the future of all wildlife with whom we share this earth. They cannot speak so we must." Quote by _ Constance My mother saved up years for a long Lynx fur coat, oh, she was so proud to wear it; I thought nothing was wrong, when I was young. But now, I find it distasteful; eleven Canada Lynx, to make but one fashion fur coat ! Sadly, I inherited that now old coat; it is in my storage room for I cannot sell or look at it. I think of those beautiful Lynx that are harvested, perhaps as they sleep in their caves; in a secluded boreal forest, do they kill babies ? For a hat maybe, that is sad; as they do not harm humans ever, being nocturnal dusk to dawn hunting. In my mind they are walking in the snow; their huge feet leaving footprints as they silently hunt.
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