True, animals can be crazy and mean (with or without pollution by humans), and I question the popular, romantic notion that animals kill only to feed themselves. A few months ago, a television piece showed an adult female lion (or was it a tiger?) who ate so much of her prey that her stomach exploded and killed her.
For those who are interested, here is the entire interview, about various aspects of writing poetry, not just animals:
If you have the time, see also James Wright’s poems, “A Blessing” and “Lying in a Hammock,” which are rather directly related to the passage above.
|Yellow-Rumped Warbler, Female|
Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota by James Wright : The Poetry Foundation
See and hear Wright reading the poem here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wpQU79sda3Q
Visitors and I discussed these poems here a few years ago:
"Lying in a Hammock":