Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Two Predator Poems


The lion's life is grim and hard,
With pride and cubs to keep;
Each day he paces round on guard,
All night he dare not sleep.

One day he'll face a fresh young male,
When he is spent and hurt,
He'll fight for cubs and pride, and fail,
Fall bloodied in the dirt.

[And all because the ladies love a winner]


The killer whale, with dorsal sword,
Is Orca gladiator;
Pied pack-wolf from the ocean broad,
The cruelest sea predator.

Young whales and seals they tear and bleed,
And feast, their bellies filling;
But then hunt on, in sport, to feed
Satanic lusts for killing.

[Did He, who made the lamb, make thee?]