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 Anas Laurent    30.01.2010