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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

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