I don’t know if ‘poor creature’ is quite the phrase, really.
I’m not entirely sure that I should be laughing, either.
Does a spider feel bad for spinning a web?
But does a cat have to gloat for killing a mouse?
These translucent, irreverent beasts which feed
on the assumption that I am the average prey,
can I feel any pity for them?
If there’s a natural order and I’m first in line
for the slaughter, to be mounted on a shelf,
could I have any reason not to use
the claws and teeth given to me?
Or is it the heart which was also given
that should lead me to warn with just a scratch,
to whisper a threatening reproach
and gently unhinge the traps?