This World Will Be a Sadder Place

Seldom now do honeybees take wing to visit the flowery bower- or do I hear a meadowlark sing nor a whippoorwill call in the evening hour. Butterflies once like rainbow arrays- cloaking the flowery bower- now seem mostly gone on summer days and nightingales rarely sing in the evening hour. To hear a bobwhite whistle for its mate- or see a red tail hawk in gliding flight has become a rarity of late- and the raucous jay is now a rare sight. Even mischievous crows that used to mock the red tail hawk in flight- no longer in twilight’s glower flock- it seems only starlings share not this plight. For these and others we all must long- and ask the reasons for this disgrace, for when these creatures are truly gone- this world will be a sadder place.