In the Alaki rainforest, Hawaii, 1987
His song, from a lonely limb shrouded in mist,
Fills the forest and goes unanswered.
Reverberant, incessant, desperate
Cutting through wind and water.
He flutters to a higher branch and warbles
Into dark green vastness, unaware that he is
the last of his kind, and there is no
other to respond to his passionate call.
Without nest or friend
his song weakens, he continues
he listens, he lingers, he longs
he passes into eternity and is gone.
- Jeff Aron
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