"My days spent trapping are the finest days of my life and nothing that you can do or say will destroy that for me."
You trap animals? My goodness, that seems even more cruel to animals than just plain hunting them--at least most hunted animals die fairly quickly and don't suffer for long periods of time.
Could you possibly explain what it is about trapping that makes it such a fine day for you, because I am having a lot of trouble comprehending that. Only if you want to, of course.
F.F. VAN de WATER - contributed by Janet Hatch
The steel jaws clamped and held him fast,
None marked his fright, none heard his cries.
His struggles ceased; he lay at last
With wide, uncomprehending eyes,
And watched the sky grow dark above
And watched the sunset turn to grey.
And quaked in anguish while he strove
To gnaw the prisoned leg away.
Then day came rosy from the east,
But still the steel jaws kept their hold,
And no one watched the prisoned beast,
But fear and hunger, thirst and cold.
Oppressed by pain, his dread grew numb,
Fright no more stirred his flagging breath.
He longed, in vain, to see him come
The cruel hunter, bringing death.
Then through the gloom that night came One
Who set the timid spirit free;
"I know thine anguish, little son;
So once men held and tortured Me." |
