Willow The Rhino Poem by Kelvin Rush

Willow the rhino was enjoying her day
She was hurting no one happy at play
What she didn't see were the poachers nearby
Wanting her horns she was about to die

Willow was feasting on roughage and trees
The poachers closed in on their hands and knees
One fatal shot right between the eyes
That's all it took for Willow's demise

Willow lay cold on the warm summer grass
The poachers with hatchets were evil and crass
Blow after blow they destroyed Willow's face
Then disappeared with the spoils without a trace

The attack was brutal callous obscene
A cold-blooded killing heartless and mean
The poachers celebrated with a ritual dance
Poor old Willow never stood a chance