The guiles of spiders designed are to fetch
Poor unsuspecting prey, never own kind,
And leopards hunt alone with scheming mind;
A lion-pride defend itspride to latch
On any prey, even too big to catch;
But wild beasts kill to fill a hungry maw,
They kill, but uphold still an un-writ law:
Slay to survive or get slain if no match.
Willful they seldom slay souls of same kind,
Nor is hunting to them a pass-time game
For trophy, wall-display, nor photo frame.
Man alone to this law of life seems blind—
Who that in greed no fellow beast would spare,
Friend or foe; no flaw to him too unfair.
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Sonnets | 17.11.12 |
Topic:kill, murder, animal, man
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I would like to translate this poem
Too big to catch! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A 2012 sonnet, thanks for your comments Edward Louis.