Remembering North America Poem by Percy Dovetonsils

I wish I could remember
North America
before the first men arrived
to take advantage
of all that
unwary meat on the hoof.
I wish I could remember
the stately conventions
of woolly mammoths
complacently browsing,
the confident sloths, treetop high,
unable to even imagine
hungry, encircling, projectile flinging
men.

Even with short nosed cave bears
ripping apart fawns,
sabretooth tigers
sinking their fangs into bison,
even with dire wolves
tearing pronghorns
limb from limb
it must have been a
breathtakingly
peaceful
place.