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Extinct
 
Down in a tiny valley
where a lovely flower grew
and wings of fragile butterflies
through scrubby landscape flew,

an arsonist, foul monster,
set the bush off in a fire;
for the Eltham Copper butterfly
its final funeral pyre.

This the last bastion,
a species final battle;
bush crackled an inferno
in its eerie, cruel death rattle.

Before another dawn on wild bush blinked,
another species of God's world...extinct.



By cherryk

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