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Albatross Feather in Jeopardy
Written: April 18, 2024
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Another atrocity: letting stone or lime tears slick.
A majestic sight—an albatross-nurturing chick.
Midway Island, where strings were hung.
Birds covet between land and sea for their young.
They saw a feast, a bounty to witness.
Human waste of all kinds is not worth swiftness.
A dwarf chick gently waits till his parents return.
A fragile bird wept, fleeing from an unseen spurn.
Below their skeptical gaze, the chick played.
His parents, as warden angels, never strayed.
They opened their mouths and started to eat.
In agony, they wept, shaking as if life retreat.
Longing for a life, the birds once yearned.
They began to sing their hymn of peril termed.
Survivors are clueless that men spread lethal flu.
With a split heart, I stand in shame, void, and blue.
Sans doubt, man is a fool—no care nor claim.
A tender poise between empathy and blame.
Whoever enacts a crime will bear the shame.
Is it too late for any of us who are aware to tame?
Copyright ©
Sotto Poet
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