The Hunt
Her silky fur is stained blood red. She is but one who needlessly died , and worse, was left to die alone, cast off for laziness, because she would not die straight off, but cloaked in modesty beneath the giant ferns beside the river where her mate had met his end. Never would she be the cloak a woman wore to prove her man a man. He did not hunt for need but in great greed that sanctioned acts like this of wanton waste and cruelty.
© Nyuka Anaïs Laurent 30.01.2010
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