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Boars
There have been occasions when (to say nothing of poachers) licenced hunters' easy prey have been half-tame creatures.
From a newspaper
From deep within the forest pines, On paths which have hither led, The boars come out to the highway lines, And stand and wait to be
fed.
With biscuits, or with bits of crust We willingly feed, of course, The boar, his wife as well, I trust, And a trio of little boars.
The boar, first seen there in the glade, Has a terrible look, I own, As if of stiff cast iron made, He stands as still as stone.
The motorists clap on their brakes, The people gather round. The boar a few steps backwards takes, Then forward, pawing the
ground.
And everybody laughing stands
The sullen forest Tsar
Most carefully takes from outstretched hands
Here sugar, there a pear.
The children baby boars then meet And scream aloud with fun. See, mincing on their four small feet, Into the bush they run!
I was astounded, like everyone, That the beasts weren 't wild nor fierce, But to the highway they had come Not from hunger, it
appears.
Take offered bread that's another thing, Perhaps a good sign, you scamp... But something I saw which seemed to ring Of the beggar,
or the tramp.
Be bold and careful, beast, you must, But human ways don't meet! And only in the forest trust Your heavy, cloven feet.
The forests shield, the forests feed
Your first and foremost friend.
But sometimes you'll meet human greed,
Which leads to your bad end.
And hunting's devilish easy then
When wild boars grow tame! .
Go to the wilds, away from men,
And there in peace remain!
Don't be more friendly than you ought,
Don't tempt us to sin, be fair!..
Yes, that was what 1 suddenly thought
'Mid the champing and chatter there.