I did not kill the cow;
I did not kill the calf!
My tastes are more profound;
You almost make me laugh!
I did not destroy your herd;
The thought is quite absurd,
I would not even think of it;
If my habitat lines werent blurred.
You claim game numbers are too low;
But, you are the cause of them you know.
And ranchers spin their tales,
hunters lie right through their teeth;
How elk numbers cant prevail.
You ranchers poisoned my children and then you shot my mate;
For them help just came too late!
And hunters slaughter us in horrid ways;
Snares keep us trapped for several days.
You treat nature without regard;
Now the wilderness bears your scars.
When you have succeeded in your task;
To rid the wolf at last.
You will find yet one more reason;
To have your killing season.
Your prey will know the strain;
Of living life under your tyrants reign.
You mislead others with folklore;
That the wolf is evil and at their door!
You claim you have been stalked,
While taking your dogs for a walk;
But, truth is I’m too weary of you, to lend truth to that talk.
It does little to tell you-you are wrong;
But you will be sorry when our kind is gone!
Your government possess the cogs to the deals;
In backrooms, politicians grease the wheels.
Another scheme fuels the machine;
Environmental restoration is never what it seems.
Wolf advocates and scientists alike, are filled with such desire;
Remaining entrenched to find the fix, exposing all the liars;
But, alas it is too late,
Our survival cannot wait.
Until such time man realizes,
Our worth and learns to compensate!
By Karen LaFountain