Personal Expression - At a hunter's hangout

At a hunter’s hangout

I’m not blind or deaf to the world animals live in.
Their world is intertwined with my own.
I, therefore, would not know where to begin…
…to describe the cruelty that animals are shown.

A sight that I saw sums it up, and exemplifies…
…the callous inhumanity that I speak of--
That humans have been deaf to creature’s cries.
We’ve become desensitized to the feeling of love.

Tied to a truck roof and there for obvious display-
was a beautiful buck, laying lifeless and cold.
The bucks mangled head quickly turned my eyes away…
…and left me with an indelible image to hold.

The buck serves as an emblem whose story must be heard.
This horrific sight was witnessed for a reason.
I will go to my heart and write in rhythmical word…
the CRIME that permeates the air, in hunting season.

The meek innocent are persecuted by killers.
They live a life that is never free of fear.
But, surely, pity and mercy are the soul’s pillars.
Let’s rise up and put an end to, the hunting of deer.

By M. Butterflies Katz, Gentle World.
From her website http://www.veganpoet.com.