By Mary Jane White
A Black-Footed Ferret
Is secretive, nocturnal, and solitary. So, am I.
Undomesticated. I don’t cook either.
I was a predator, too, of the warm and fuzzy,
The prairie dogs of the world, the little beloveds
Of the grassland colonies. The fat ones,
The juiciest. Back when there were colonies.
Black-footed ferrets, like me, are
Endangered, but not critically.
It’s true, black-footed ferrets suffer
From a loss of habitat. It is fairly difficult
For them to live in just a cornfield,
Or a hayfield, or a beanfield
That runs all the way to either horizon.
These last couple years,
I found that became difficult.
Even the prairie dogs of the world
Found that to be difficult
These last days, as the plague
Swept through, and decimated them.
The old plague, the Black Death,
Or the newest plague, brings us all
To the same end: No food for the hunted,
No food for the hunter.
Naturally, without having to wear one,
A black-footed ferret is masked. So, am I
In a place without a mask order. Ever.
The average life-span of a black-footed ferret
Is a couple of years in the wild,
And twice that in captivity.
All this leaves me secretive, nocturnal,
And solitary. And hungry, hungry, hungry!
Maybe the black-footed, black-masked
Black-hearted ferret wants me,
Wants us all, to just get out there, and eat.
Maybe that is not the best possible
Advice to take, you know, from an endangered
And dangerous animal. Even I caution myself:
Maybe that is just not going to be possible.