The Kauai Honey Catcher

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