Cunningham Junior High School - Echo Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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THE HUNT by Beth Singer The hunter was searching for his game, In the marshy jungle, Slouching, slowly, swiftly, Toward his target, Like some ferocious cougar, Eying, daring to leap any moment, Ready with his sharp claws, To pounce on some helpless prey. A WORD FOR OUR ANIMALS by Audrey Roslin Animals are killed day after day, For no other reason than for people to say, '7 killed a fox, a muskrat, a deer, But the animals ran frightyully in terror and fear. It's said hunting's a hobby, and also quite fun, To see animals scared and frightfully run. There is no reason for these animals to die, Why can 't they live peacefully in their forests ? Oh why ? in the PRESERVATIUN of WILDLIFE

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