The Last Passenger Pigeon (d. September 1, 1914, Cincinnati Zoo) (2024) Amy Miller Eyewitnesses reported that skies darkened when flocks flew overhead on sunny days. Martha, once a speck in the abundance of her kind became just one, last in the alone of her cage, dead on a late-summer afternoon. We loved a long while in a gentle deep, our silence kindling comfort. Your pulse trembled my heart, my cheek soaked up your sun until you receded into ashen sleep. When I die, our final fastening dispersed, perhaps the skies will lighten then. --

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