Wildlife's Vicious Game -- Pic 2
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A ghastly cadaver drops, for whose noble sake?
To ravish the grandeur of wildlife
In the dead of night; to mangle
Creation’s gift and its soft flutters,
Where each tender beast moves in a row
Linking a primal, fond tie with nature’s deities…
But the affinity with innocent children, its tribe
Is snuffed with one ruthless shot in the forest
When pitiless minds become delirious… heinous
As a giraffe, a leopard perishes without knowing
The lithe body quickly turns into a gaunt shadow,
Just like that: unable to play with butterflies
And race with own calf or cubs along an inlet...
O hollow night, and a lamp of silence are drained
By the vicious game from predators, inhumane,
That no one can tell, for whose noble sake?
4/10/2016
Silent One’s Contest
Images That Make You Think #2
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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