The last of the Tasmanian Tigers.

[oneighty]

The sun is setting. The air is chilling. Winter feels to be not far away. It is a time of great loneliness for me. It is a time between light and dark. I give a heavy sigh and a wide yawn, wide enough to almost lock my mouth open.

The wide yawn and somberness of the en-roaching dark awakened in my mind's eye the wide, wide yawn of sadness presented by the last of the captive Tasmanian Tigers captured on grainy black and white film years ago.

His/her yawn was a cry to the universe and to all of us that would listen and see; "I am here the last of my kind. I am all alone. I am lonely."

And we pay witness to the end of a species. One of many that have fallen before us. And we have seen it.

Between light and dark. A thought, for what its worth.

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[LiberalVoice]

1. So sad... n/t

[JitterbugPerfume]

3. aloneness ~~~~ lonliness

it is hard to express to one who has never felt it

You have a way with words Ed

I know I have told you that before, but it is worth repeating



Midge

[jeff30997]

2. I have goosebumps.