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

birds, ecology, poetry


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