Biodiversity challenge – Eskimo curlew

Do cry for me, Argentina

Solo flight
September 63;
Borealis
To australis,
Pampas bound
From freezing tundra.

Set for touchdown
In Barbadian
Halfway haven;
Scheduled fuel stop
On familiar shores.

Blown into oblivion
By a bullet
From the Caribbean blue.
Look to your eskimo friend;
I’m downed,
Downed,
Downed.

Chau, my shining star;
Lone survivor in the
Curlew constellation.
No more woeful wheeple
On those silent southern plains.

Buenos tardes,
Damas y caballeros.
Arrival of
Final flight
From Canada
Via Barbados
Delayed
Indefinitely.

© Tim Knight and timknightwriter, 2014.

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