where would i go

Once again beauty wins over tragedy. I suppose this is where my insensitivity comes into play. I see a picture, I sniff the air, and then my heart aches. I think to myself I would love to sit opposite this beast listening to its calls of love forlorn. I would do this. I would do that. But one thing I would not do is kill him. More than likely I will never take my children hunting to split this creature’s soul. Instead, I would take my offspring to the mountains that they, too, could bend their ears to hear his voice echo through the fog. This doesn’t mean that I don't eat meat. I do in fact love charring an animal’s flesh atop my grill. But that is only for the dumb animals. The chickens. The cows. The pigs.