Wildlife Conservation?
By Denis Martindale
As predators, we’re on the prowl,
We care not what some think,
Regardless if considered foul,
No lower still to sink…
For Man takes all those chickens’ eggs
And from the cows takes milk,
Sometimes he eats fried chickens’ legs,
Sometimes he wears fine silk…
The creatures see the walking beast,
For that’s what Mankind seems,
The stand-up guy that wants to feast,
Regardless of extremes…
The creatures hide, or run, or fly,
They scatter while they may,
What creature wants to stay and die,
Today their final day?
So if you see a bird take flight,
That’s just the way things are,
It fears all creatures that can bite,
Though near, it travels far…
It’s got no guns, it’s got no knives,
It’s just got common sense,
Not like a cat that’s got nine lives
And purrs as if you’re friends…
