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.
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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