The Stresemann's Bristlefront
By luigi_pagano
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I should be singing
and dancing for joy;
I wait for an answer
to my mating call.
I am alive and well
and full of hope
that I'll find a partner
I can enthrall.
Being a survivor
of drought and fire,
the trouble is
that I live in Brazil.
The deforestation
ongoing here
is excessive
and it bodes ill.
The ground is where
I build my nest
but the soil is degraded
and not the best.
The forest exploited
for agriculture,
logging and pasture,
does not pass the test.
Dried-up streams
and sere vegetation
are not at all good
for our preservation.
It seems that I am
the last alive specimen
of the bristlefront's
avian flock.
That the reason is
an inadequate regimen
may be evident
but it's still a shock.
I sincerely wish that
people will see sense,
come off the fence
and save our habitat.
© Luigi Pagano 2020
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Nice easy natural
Nice easy natural rythm Luigi. It is terrifying animals dying out at such an alarming rate. Once the last one is gone it's the end of a species. Over and out and never coming back. I believe extinct species are already in their thousands.
Could be us next? Might save some of the others hey?
Cheers! Tom Brown
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Nice one Luigi
Agree with Tom that you convey a nice rythm in getting the message across.
One little typo - I think you have a misplaced full stop at the beginning of the ninth verse.
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Powerful message and a great
Powerful message and a great read!
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