Wildly Cruel

by Kerrie Ann Salsac

Yet another day is dawning,

the sun chasing away the night.

The wilderness is bathed in light,

creatures large and small are yawning,

hunting to whet their appetite.

*

Lapping up the chilly water,

from rivers flowing to the sea.

Hiding amongst the tall pine trees

so as to avoid their slaughter.

Building warm dens so not to freeze.

*

Wilderness, a cold and cruel place,

only the strong able to thrive,

every day a fight to survive

the evolutionary race.

Creatures enjoying being alive.

*

Whilst us humans assume our right

to be on top of the food chain,

look upon animals with disdain

whilst tucked up in our beds at night.

Yet consistently we complain.

*

Look out into the wild outside,

be thankful for your lot in life

though it is not devoid of strife.

Think of animals terrified,

their dreams filled with the hunter’s knife.

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4 Comments to “Wildly Cruel”

  1. Welcome Kerrie, lovely first poem it looks like a wilderness.

  2. kerrieanns. “Think of animals terrified, their dreams filled with the hunter’s knife.” full of feelings. god bless.

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