Sow stares through crate bars.
She remembers green, spring fields.
(When she had free-will.)
Male calf born today!
(He’ll be shot through mouth tomorrow.)
Human milk snatchers.
Badger slumped on verge.
Bullets pepper his soft chest.
Victim of sick lies.
Pregnant Dartmoor mare.
Sent to Italy for ‘meat.’
Summer’s post-card girl.
Rain pounds at glass panes.
Lambs clinging to trees in fields.
Heart sinks like granite.
Korma of chicken:
(Maker of heavy karma.)
Soul raw with awareness.
Dead magpie on path.
Bikes will crush and flatten him!
She opens her eyes.
Panicked vixen halts.
They will rip apart her cubs!
Bystander turns sab.
©Heidi Stephenson, March 2018
Painful to read, but something everyone should take to heart. Thanks.
Comment by David Chorlton on 16 March, 2019 at 3:51 pm