Extinction. The last of the Tasmanian Tigers.

[oneighty]

The sun is setting. The air is chilling. Winter feels to be not far away. It is a time of great loneliness for me. It is a time between light and dark, life and death.

I heave a heavy sigh and a wide yawn, wide enough to almost lock my mouth open. The wide yawn and the somberness of the encroaching dark awake in my minds eye the wide wide yawn of the last Tasmanian Tiger as captured on grainy black and white movie film years ago.

Her yawn was a cry to the universe and to all of us that can see; "Here I am the last of my kind. I am all alone. I am lonely."

And we pay witness to the end of a species. One of many that have fallen before us. And we have seen it.

Between light and dark. A thought, for what it is worth.

I wrote this a long time ago. I was thinking today. Will I ever see another Blue Jay? A Cardinal? A Crow? A Lion? A Tiger?

Will my Grand Children?

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