He walks through the forest
for a legend of old
Many a generation
has this story been told
That long ago an
animal did exist
Killed by hunters
from the endangered list
He imagines this animal
prowling the woods
Doing what came naturally
hunting for food
But along came man
in greed and ignorance
Killing with guns
and without conscience
Now they’re all gone
these wild things of lore
Never to be seen again
sadly no more
No paw prints or
cries in the night
No calls to the moon
the last howl missed tonight
Posted in: Poetry
Caliburnus Rises 
randomandunheardof
Feb 6, 2013
Beautifully written seriously perhaps the best thing I read today. thank you for sharing this!
-Randomandunheardof
Darren Greenidge
Feb 6, 2013
Bless you and thank you very much. Glad you liked it.
theanimalspirits
Feb 6, 2013
Bless you for lending voice to innocent living beings who cannot speak for themselves. Your poetry is beautiful. ~Gerean Pflug for The Animal Spirits
Darren Greenidge
Feb 6, 2013
Bless you too Gerean for that. Glad you liked it as much as I did writing it.