The Careless Hunters... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

I have seen you down,
Polishing your weapon,
Aiming at me for my skin,
Beautiful colors and patterns,

What do you want to choose?
The licensed gun or the knife,
Do you want to collapse me,
With a single silenced shot?

Do you want to slice my throat,
So I wouldn’t blabber as the babe,
Be careful with the linen white,
That gets creased with constant rub,

When you lower your heavy head,
I bounce at you on your back,
Not to play piggy bag,
With the hunter like you,

But leaving you free is a mistake,
My gene is protected and precious
Only a few alive to show you,
How magnanimous once we were,

It is good to see your face shiver,
Your body trembles and begs,
Bear with me for a minute,
One more squeeze with my wild legs and paws,

The traitor is released from the jungle.
And I see your dove flies high to twinkle.