A balmy breeze <br />had hitched a ride <br />with early dusk <br />and whispered to <br />the sleepy trees <br />encircling <br />the meadow. <br /> <br />A pair of hairy ears <br />played in the current, <br />sensing solitude <br />as night had come, <br />imposing silence <br />onto the valley. <br /> <br />A moose will rarely <br />eat by itself, <br />as it prefers <br />like-minded company. <br /> <br />He had been isolated, <br />shunned, and stood <br />alone. <br />Only a yellow, <br />worried moon <br />for company. <br /> <br />When morning broke <br />an urgent buzzing <br />at first light <br />had woken birds <br />and squirrels. <br /> <br />The sky was black <br />with flies, <br />attracted by <br />the blood. <br /> <br />The wolves, <br />in deadly frenzy <br />of restraint, <br />had brought him down, <br />with all finesse <br />and skill <br />that only wolves <br />possess. <br /> <br />Yet they had killed <br />with kindness. <br />It is the way <br />of animals. <br />And something <br />humans never, ever <br />will understand.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kill/
