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Passenger Pigeon
Pigeon, Pigeon, you were like your own religion
With your long neck outstretched and wings
Stiff like bark.
But, alas, you’re gone now,
For you once cruised the air with great ease and comfort
Then you stopped to perch on a bow,
For you were never fully prepared for the threat that
humans pose
And so, we let you die right under our nose.
Allegra McComb 2005