Wildlife, a Slow Disappearance

I won't even begin to show you the hundreds

of pictures of dead animals from our oil slicks...rg

 

There comes a time in ones life when

all around them doesn’t matter anymore,

peace is all that one really is concerned with,

as one dreams beautiful dreams of their lives.

The world today is moving so fast, spinning

on its titled axle of grief with the oil slick of

the mass ocean and the starving of the fowl,

sadly man has overstepped his bounds.

Quiet moment is a luxury today as the hustle

and bustle of metal movement surrounds the

human who walks upright above the animals

who try to survive our over produced world.

Centuries ago we join them only to destroy

their nests, to take from them the innocents

of their lives within our humanly paths,

taking from them their breath and freedoms.

Man and their selfish acts have hindered the beauty

of this planet, continually destroying the natural

habitat that was ordained to be their world, planned

for their comfort during a lifetime here on earth -

a lifetime when wildlife should not be

fearful of man’s technology.

- Rhoda Galgiani