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The orca is called a wicked large beast
To capture its prey for play, not for feast
Then cats kill cruelly, sweet little birds
In packs wolves, sneakily, decimate herds

Red foxes in woods have guilt on their paws
Chortling and crunching their prey in their maws
The great and small of the animal world
Slandered, reviled, attributions are hurled

No thought of their nature, scarce meals to win
Inherit the genes, inherit the sin
Animals given the natures of men
They’re just being themselves, the weasel and hen

Man alone can lay claim to such doings
Choice and perception, goodness or ruins