The Black-Browed Babbler
Unseen for 170 years
unique beloved missed
it returns as though reincarnate.
Extinct then not gone forever
it appears undercover surreptitious
in lowland forest haunts
Elusive puff of grey and tan once cradled
in the bowl of one’s hand
so fragile the loss profound
Trees, complicit in the disappearance
stand stoic and we wonder
why have you let us mourn so long?
Jean Cassidy July 2021