Musings on the official pronouncement of their extinction (with apologies to John Denver)
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All my bugs were pecked
I was ready to go
My stands of woods are now your door (and house and office and and and)
Too long we were so lonesome, now we’re gone
So killed me, now cry for me
Tell me that you’ll pray for–well, the pileateds, anyway, since they’re still around
Tell folks let the older forests grow
Because we’re leaving like the jet stream
Don’t know if their numbers will make it back again
Our climate hates to go
Dream about the days to come
Bring endangered species along
Come the time, your children should get to say
We did it, we brought them back
Made hard choices, it paid off
Look up: how the peregrine falcon soars!
-Alison