Near the tube-light, on the wall
stood a lizard, with steadfast head,
catching its prey. How many killings?
In the backyard, under the trees,
were darting hens, with alert beaks,
pecking their prey. How many killings?
Inside the kitchen, beneath the oven
lies our pet kitten, with gleaming eyes
to smother rats. How many killings?
No life without food;
No food without life
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