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Walking with the Alligators

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Willow, a one day old baby Giraffe with its mother.
Picture credit: Ralph Daily

 

I had no intention of writing today, but coming upon this story and the petition that accompanied it, changed that in a heartbeat.

For as long as I can remember, the Giraffe has been the object of my affection and admiration.

There is something so regal, so fragile, so graceful, so endearing about them, how could you not love them.

In my lifetime, I have, with little shame,  amassed a collection of  Giraffes in every form,  all manner of clothing, toys for my children and my dogs of course, stationary, Christmas cards, birthday cakes, Giraffes made of  paper,  wood, copper, bisque, brass, you name it,  if it is a Giraffe anything,  I have it.

In my defense, many of the above were gifts, as my love of this animal was well-known.

But apparently, not everyone loves or cherishes…

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The Haunting

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The haunted look

in the eyes

the plastic tags

in the ears

the bit of grass

in the coat

of a tender soul

behind bars

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One day

the haunted

will arise in glory

their souls ablaze

with triumph

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One day

 we will pay

our dying hearts

 haunted

by the very souls

 hunted

by the likes of us


Snow-Doe

This “tres sensible,” furry doe appeared in our backyard one morning, showing no fear of us as we went about our activities.  It pains me that Vassar College has hired hunters to feed deer, luring them to their death for mercenary gain in some non-sensical culling.  As if hunting season weren’t bad enough.  My heart sank for this fearless doe, unafraid of us.  She must learn to be afraid of humans because humans are cold-hearted killers, hiding under the guise of sportsmanship and pest control.  What kind of sport is this to entice deer to an area using food as bait and then, when trust is established, shooting them?  It makes me ashamed of the human race.   Issac Bashevis Singer, who fled the Nazis himself, and whose mother and brother were killed in the Camps, writes most eloquently on the subject in his ode to a mouse:

What do they know—all these scholars, all these philosophers, all the leaders of the world—about such as you? They have convinced themselves that man, the worst transgressor of all the species, is the crown of creation. All other creatures were created merely to provide him with food, pelts, to be tormented, exterminated. In relation to them, all people are Nazis; for the animals it is an eternal Treblinka.”

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