Ode to a Beaver
Ode to a Beaver
I watch the beaver gnaw the tree
And see its place in history:
Cursed with a luxurious pelt
Sought after by European furriers.
Like a virus invasion out of control,
The species was hunted, trapped, and slaughtered,
And its habitat was clearcut and destroyed
For foreign settlements and agriculture.
Human beings can be a cruel lot,
Killing for pleasure and exploitation.
I regret the harm inflicted
Upon these creatures of creation.
As I contemplate my journey’s end
While staring at the swamp of its making,
Tears form, and joy swells in my heart to see,
By the lodge’s entrance, kits swimming.
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