They left their skins for us to see.
The fox and rabbit and squirrel gray.
Although they could not talk to us
their hides had much to say.
They were all different and much the same
as they show us how to live.
Each one in its special way
had so much to give.
Their fur was there to keep them warm
and at death they left them behind
so they could continue the task
of giving warmth to humankind.
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Georg
Newfie Hugs, Rose
This is so sad and unfortunately so true. You've caught the sorrow of our creatures that cannot speak for themselves. Recenty, I've written two poems with the same theme. All I can say is, Why?
Mary