Wildlife From My Cottage Poem by Randy McClave

I hear the howling no more
Nor do I see the deer play as I did before,
And the bear prints that were once in the snow
Where did they all go;
And the birds they no longer soar.

I sat in my cottage remembering the past days spent
I think, should I pay another months rent,
The wildlife they are no longer making a sound
They now can't be seen, or even found;
Where have they all went.

Once with beings the hills were alive and rife
Until the animals came across the bullet and the knife,
In the quietness my heart became depressed and sad
While someone else felt completed, and glad;
The silence was the ending of a life.

Today I just thought to myself and I cried
Unto myself everyone had cheated and lied,
None were hungry for food to eat
The ending outcome of the wildlife was not the meat;
It was only to kill, and then to own their hide.

Randy L. McClave