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
Never liked hunting solely for the sake of hunting and killing. A good poem here makes a valid point, Randy.
I never did hunt, nor never will I, I have a grocery store I can visit. Thank you for your comment. Randy
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I would like to translate this poem
WOW! ! This poem of yours Randy rings true on all counts. Within the past 2 years I have cut all red meats out of my diet. I firmly believe is that a person is what they eat. It shows off on their skin. A very beauty of written poem you've penned.
I agree 110 percent, Sometimes I think that people just enjoy killing, Thank you for reading my poem. Randy