Canid Posted July 13, 2003 Report Posted July 13, 2003 Grass is dying in its bed, can’t survive without being fed on, biodiversity in your yard. It’s a, far stretch from the natural guard! Too many cars; I can hardly breathe. Bitter tasting fruit comes from mutated trees. When business only looks out for itself, may I remind of the Tasmanian wolf? Tiger striped marsupial in doglike clothes. 1805(eighteen oh five) was the date that it chose to, make itself known to the human-kind. The most tragic mistake knowing what it would find! 1830s marked the start of the hunt, bounties, public display, furs and farmers in front. Six years later the last one died, never had a chance to survive! Sore sky. A lie. All is known and too few try. Fast pace. Rigged race. I don’t think humans know their place! A tiny world with a smaller crowd, taking more than we are allowed. Too fiercely sought is the plague of wealth. May I remind of the Tasmanian wolf?
Sorciere Posted July 13, 2003 Report Posted July 13, 2003 An excellent way to bring the plight of endangered species and the overfarming of every living thing by humans to light. I won't say I 'enjoyed' reading it, because of the subject matter, but I found it very moving.
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