The California Condor
Ten thousand years ago he roamed free
He was king of the sky on both coasts
Now his kind is just clinging to life
Only about 160 birds left to boast
Lead poisoning led to his decline
That, and the predation of man
Now, sadly, he's raised in a cage
Protected as much as we can
With a wing span of up to 9 feet
His bald head seems far to small
But in flight he's quite spectacular
For in the air he's not ugly at all
Each little egg is a treasure
As we try to hold on to the past
We try to play surrogate mother
In hopes their species will last..........
The centering instruction "kinda" worked...
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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