Uncaring Fools
What do you call four tigers lounging together?
A bevy, a flock, a herd, or a pride? —beats me,
Beauty in the tall grass, they’ve devoured a goat
Now resting together under a lone savannah tree.
Exquisite cats free in the wild and yawning wide
In mid-afternoon, the sun is summer tropical hot,
Soft purr of a safari trekker nears with a guide
When quiet is shattered by a thundering shot.
The remaining three lunge headlong into the bush
Unharmed, unaware of the cruelty of humans,
Or the whereabouts of their own in the rush.
Unsafe in their habitat from becoming tokens,
Testimony to the frivolity of uncaring fools,
Whose bravery exists only behind powerful weapons.
Written July 29, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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