Takaya,
they bring news of your death;
shot by a trophy hunter,
mourned by us all.
For seven years
you lived on your island.
This past winter we heard your lonely howls.
When you swam across
and trotted down a city sidewalk,
I feared for your life,
knew your days were numbered,
hoped for the best.
You were likely looking
for a mate.
Instead, you met your end,
a bullet sent by
a hunter's gun.
My heart breaks,
and I'm not
the only one.
Photos by TJ Watts, taken two days before Takaya
was killed - the last photos of him alive.
He looks apprehensive - this is a new territory for him,
not his island home.
Takaya's last smile
So many people loved this wolf and mourn his loss. It's the same old story: pushed out of shrinking habitat, when a wild creature comes into contact with humans, it is always the wild creature who loses.
When will we stop killing these beautiful creatures?
heartfelt poem.
ReplyDeleteBut some humans are so heartless to kil the beautiful creatures.