By Lemuel T. Ward
An Animal Rights Poem from

All of God's creatures have rights, a fact that most people don't seem to recognize. This includes both human and non-human animals, but not all of them can speak for themselves.

By Lemuel T. Ward

Photos by Sue Holloway - Creatured Connection
Painting by Mary T. Hoffman - God's Creation in Art

A hunter shot at a flock of geese 
That flew within his reach. 
Two were stopped in their rapid flight 
And fell on the sandy beach.

flight birds

The male bird lay at the water's edge 
And just before he died, 
He faintly called to his wounded mate 
And she dragged herself to his side.

She bent her head and crooned to him 
In a way distressed and wild, 
Caressing her one and only mate 
As a mother would a child.

Then covering him with her broken wing 
And gasping with failing breath 
She laid her head against his breast 
A feeble honk -- then death.

This story is true though crudely told. 
I was the man in this case. 
I stood knee-deep in snow and cold 
And the hot tears burned my fang

I buried the birds in the sand where they lay 
Wrapped in my hunting coat, 
And I threw my gun and belt in the bay 
When I crossed in the open boat

Hunters will call me a right poor sport 
And scoff at the thing I did. 
But that day something broke in my heart 
And shoot again?  God forbid!


Cheering the good news!

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