a fool and his bullet
With innocence and grace you run through the leaves
Unaware of the danger hiding up in the trees.
You are a staple in nature, a part of the wild
You care for your young, like any mother with child.
Instincts are keen, in a flash you will run
From the branches above, a blast from a gun.
In less than a second, you fall to the floor
From a fool and his bullet, on this earth, you’re no more.
Originally published on Animal Rights Online.