Cecil and the Brave

[billy]

i like this because even if i didn't know what it was about, i'd know what it was about.

for me it feels just a little  but wordy but that's something easily sorted if you chose to. i liked the surprise of the surprises. the juxtaposition of how he dealt with the lion against how he dealt with his patients was excellent. just a couple of niggles but all in all a really enjoyable read.

Hi there I would appreciate any comments on the below.  Best Wishes, Deakin

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People remember where they were when Kennedy was shot.
But, what of your whereabouts when Cecil was slain?
We know where the Dentist was:
Crouched in a bush, clutching his cross-bow and hunting permit.
 
And we know where he went afterwards too:
The front pages, the news’ headlines, the radio waves.
And we know too where you didn’t go: you or he? i wasn't there.
His surgery in America closed, he was forced to hide.
 
And now, in turn, he was hunted:
The battery of photo lenses as sharp as his weapon.
The world’s reaction was a surprise to him,
and his surprise was a surprise to the world.
Everyone was surprised, it seemed.
 
His former life routine:
A check-up, a denture, rinse and spit out.
‘Open wide,’ he said to his patients: no need for he said to his patients
Close enough to survey their teeth and feel their breath on his face.
He did not get quite so close to Cecil.
 
The arguments are well-rehearsed:
Conservation, tourism, man’s historic compulsion to shoot things.
Perhaps there is some truth in that, perhaps not.
 
Perhaps he sought excitement?
Perhaps he believed himself brave?
Perhaps, if the world will ever leave him alone, he would do it again.
 
OK, Dentist, let us say for a moment you were brave:
Just like your junior patients, eh?
Here is your dentist’s reward:
An “I was brave” sticker,
That you can keep for life.