Most animals in wild are driven by <br />Twin pangs of hunger and of sexual urge; <br />God feeds them all, no matter where they lie, <br />And cures them in sickness, and when they purge! <br /> <br />When Estrus season comes on, they all mate; <br />The pregnant females deliver on own; <br />And Mother Nature decides new-born’s fate <br />On harsh terrain, not grass-lawns, freshly mown! <br /> <br />Nevertheless, they murder not unborn, <br />But lick them clean and nurse them until big; <br />Their mothers caress them from dusk through dawn; <br />To cover shame, they wear no leaves of fig! <br /> <br />How well wild beasts obey their Maker’s code! <br />But human beings, abortions afford. <br /> <br />Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-15-2008<br /><br />Dr John Celes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-wild-beasts-do-not-abort-like-how-some-women-do/
