We see them as wild, unstoppable, violent
And that they have no soul
Simple animals with no experience of sorrow or joy
They move through the trees and forest
So silent
None can see or hear them approach
They are ghosts in the darkness
Loud when they wish to be
Or quiet
Whatever the hunt demands
I see them as majestic
Yes dangerous
But equal in respect
And deserving of dignity
Just as every human child
