Soft footsteps struggled to circumvent
the fragile signs of life on foliage floor,
brushing and crushing wherever they went,
their well-natured presence was hard to ignore.
Yet they did try their best to show quiet care
and keep disturbance slight as they explore,
to leave the land as if they were never there
taking back with them what they had first bore.
They saw others had not shown the same thought
with disturbed nests where a wild fire had roared
and labyrinths of litter where small paws are caught,
confusing creatures with the liquid they pour.
People complain when disasters occur
but when we disturb nature, her revenge is fair!