Dear Thylacine

-Written for the Thylacine, and all the other animals that have been made extinct. You will be loved. You will be remembered Dear thylacine, you died alone: the last of your kind. How were you to know that, with your death, an entire species would end? The peculiar mammal-marsupial that looked like a tiger crossed with a wolf, Unable to compete with modern dogs; wiped out by the diseases we introduced; and killed in their masses simply because they were in our way. You became the last of your kind, living within the walls of a zoo— yet safer than being wild and free; Only ever seen down the barrel of a gun. Dear Thylacine, with your death came sorrow— but you were the last to live and breathe, and you will always be remembered. I will see you tomorrow, Thylacine, because you live in my head.