These eyes and their innocence
Sacrificed just for our indulgence .
Looking at animals, their colors and fur sometimes I feel that humans are so bland. We are so uni-dimensional that to be part of this alluring world, we kill these animals. For their meat, for their fur and sometimes, just because we can. But just like we can derive joy out of a child's play, can we attain pleasure just out of watching these animals from sideline. Who's to say that the joy from seeing a wild animal won't be significantly larger?