Poet, Audrey Austin

Poet, Audrey Austin
This site is to honour my mother, poet, Eva Ruby Austin.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

THE GAME a poem by Marie Legault

THE GAME....by Marie Legault

A shot rings out,

the bear runs, staggers and falls

She lies drowning in her own blood

What is this game called hunting?


Because of a heartless hunter

a cub will die this night

For the hunter shot its mother

and the wolves will win the fight


What a trophy he has shot

he brags of how she fell

This game called hunting is sadistic

And the hunter belongs in hell

I would like to dedicate this poem to Mike McIntosh and the bears at Bear With Us Sanctuary and Rehabilitation Centre for Bears your efforts do not go unnoticed....thank you for all you do --  Marie Legault.

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