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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This is heartbreaking and beautifully penned.