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| He stopped dead in his tracks and pricked his ears and heard. The rustle of the forest and the singing of a bird. But it wasn't what he heard that told this roo to stop, Was the scent he had picked up on that made him cease his hop. The smell of man his enemy lurking in the trees, A dangerous man with fire creeping on his knees. The roo then cocked his head and twitched his little nose, His paws and tail were rigid, for a moment kept his pose. He learned from all his senses that he wasn't far from harm, Man lurked beneath the tree tops with his murderous fire-arm. The roo began to quiver with the fear he had inside, He jumped further in the bushes not knowing where to hide. Alas it was too late for him the bullet did not care. The burning in his shoulder made him tumble in the air. He stumbled on his hind legs his tail got in the way. Collapsing on the forest floor, was pain that made him stay. He went to drift away but took another glance, The man was running closer, he never stood a chance. This poor roo’s last memory was the rifle on his head. The evil man took one last shot alas, the roo was dead Our fauna should be free and kept away from harm. They do not stand a chance when man's friend is firearm. It's a cruel and callous world while evil people lurk the land. We should be teaching not to murder but to stop and lend a hand. Instead of killing wildlife so our pocket has a note, Or killing innocent animals,so we have a nice fur coat. We should learn to have some feeling, teach that we should give. To our fellow wildlife, so together we can live |
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