Regent Honeyeater

Golden stars in a charcoal sky

Speckled on its delicate robe.

Dark eyes and pale bill and

A melodious call

So distinctive in daylight's glow.

Once king of the blossoming gums,

Now reduced to the speck before nothing.

It follows and feeds on the flowers that haven't been annihilated

as of yet

To bathe in a puddle 

To swim in a pool

To float to extinction.

Is it a better place?

Where they can live without fear

of their home being shattered to serve the most heartless animal of all?

Is it?

I don't know,                     

You tell me.