The Erasing of the Tasmanian Tiger

In a land of beauty, unique creatures roamed through the trees, 

Not knowing their dark fate, they ventured, and they were free. 

The Tasmanian Tiger, with stripes bold and clear, 

It was a marvel of nature, though now it’s not here. 

Its coat, a fine tapestry of sepia and cream, 

Blended with stripes, an elegant sight like a dream. 

The stripes on the thylacines’ bodies, like ebony shadows entwined, 

Marked a presence in our history, uniquely designed. 

But sadly, our world was changing, as we and worlds often do, 

Click, clomp, clack, with the march of new men, the echoes they drew. 

The settlers arrived, with their axes and chains, 

And tigers were caught in the wake of their gains. 

With big bounties and traps, and a fear of the harmless, poor beast, 

The creatures were cruelly caught and hunted; their numbers decreased. 

Now they are ghosts in our memories, whoosh, a whisper of time. 

An endemic animal erased, like a lost, forgotten rhyme. 

Remember in parts of our future, reflect and learn from our past, 

Let’s strive to protect what remains for a land so stunning and vast. 

If we don’t, only creatures’ bones will fill up a future zoo. 

Together, let’s keep more life for the future, the present, me and you.