Kill for pleasure
kill for hate
kill to merely eradicate
It’s been done before
and will happen again
the sword proves mightier
than the pen
Powered by myth
fueled by fear
reason alone will not prevail here
No safety it seems
for those who bear
the ancient burden of slanderous fare
Fairy stories the old wives tell
in Western hell
What a red tongue you have, Grandma!
This wolf and his white mate were a few feet away when we first saw them. They could have ripped us limb from limb had they wanted to. But they demonstrated only curiosity and some concern – we were two of the first humans to intrude on their territory – probably close to a den – after a long winter.
This was not taken with a telephoto lense. This fellow was on his way to a dead elk and stopped to take a look. There was no threat in his eyes – simply curiosity.
Wolf hunters are the only hunters who hate what they kill. Can this be permitted?
Do our survival instincts require us to find an enemy?