Actually, this should really
be classified Man’s Carnage, for these poor creatures did not meet their end by
means of others of their own or any other species, apart from the human kind that
is. Go back to Feb 3 and you’ll find the story of this tiny native frog, who decided to check out the ice cream freezer in the local store one stinking hot day, unwittingly cutting off his means of escape when someone slid the lid shut. I wondered whether he might thaw out and hop away as some species of frogs are known to do, but alas, no such luck. He sat on a shelf in the kitchen alongside my equally small brass frog, until one day several months later I noticed he was gone. I know he hadn’t decomposed, one day he was there, the next he wasn’t, and the brass frog wasn’t giving out any information. A thorough search turned up absolutely nothing. Mystery never solved.
You never quite know what’s going to roll into our little village, and this sight as I walked home one day was both fascinating and saddening. Standing tall, with a commanding look, a beautiful zebra, along with several other stuffed animals, was journeying to some unknown destination in the back of a truck. I’ve never quite understood the hunting mindset, this necessity to kill what you’ve managed to track down, and then display what was a living breathing creature as a trophy as proof of your prowess.
Without thought
what could be alive
is now dead
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