Kill Song

[sasha]

"whoa, bro,"
his eyes seem to say
"do you hear that?"
then he looks away from me
back to the woods
his tail erect
nose high in the air
indeed I hear it
the pack
coyotes
in the not-too distance
celebrating a kill
a rabbit, maybe
a fox, maybe
a house cat, maybe
and I think
"you're more their bro
than mine,
bro"

[the mingo]

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[saw]

reminds me of the joke when the Lone Ranger and Tonto are surrounded by hostile Indians and the Lone Ranger says, "We are in trouble Tonto! "...and Tonto replies, "What you mean WE Kemosabe?"

You have to wonder what kind of tug the dog feels in his soul

[leafsailors ghost]

I like the poem and I understand the thinking but it made me think about all the people I know who hunt and the folks I read about who kill all sorts of things just to do it, are we as critters any differnt really? , just thinking

[sasha]

I like the poem and I understand the thinking but it made me think about all the people I know who hunt and the folks I read about who kill all sorts of things just to do it, are we as critters any differnt really? , just thinking

Predation is older than any of us, and transcends all morality - it's simply a naturally occurring strategy for survival. I'm one of the few people in my neighborhood who doesn't hunt, but I totally support the wishes of neighbors who do.

The poem was meant to be about the more literal genetic brotherhood my housemate shares with the wild canines - but yours is an interesting interpretation I hadn't considered.