Sea otters hold hands in sleep,
So they can stay together, safer
As a raft floating on the Pacific.
Sometimes they make it; often,
They don’t as nets drag them up
And throw them in buckets full
Already of others just like them
Believing safety lies in numbers.
Hunters slaughter them for fur,
Prized still around this globe
Despite the treaty to safeguard
Them from harm so they can
Float contented along the shores.
Thus the plight of many humans:
Too greedy for their own good,
Too ready to slay the innocent.