'Oh the woes of being endangered!'
said the last Dodo in Mauritius, having lost sight of her neighbours.
The long-accepted dodo virtue of courage turned out to be misguided.
Such useless bravery
against the indifference of man.
Madame Dodo first suspected there was an issue
when the pigs and monkeys
moved in,
and the fertile oasis fit for flightless birds was soon sold out of fruit.
To be pursued by the sea-faring primates
was just the icing
on the calamitous cake.
Now the dodo sits, placid, on the beach,
cursing her pigeon cousins and their flight feathers.
(Today's poem was partly inspired by a prompt from the NaPoWriMo website, which suggested playing around with uncomfortable line breaks. We're a sixth of the way through the challenge, but so far so good. See you all with the next poem tomorrow!)
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