The Dodo
This poem is based upon dodo that were killed by humans, in their presence I had written this poem.
The dodo used to walk around,
and take the sun and air.
The sun yet warms its
native ground,
the dodo is not there.
The voice which used to squak-squke
is now forever dumb, yet you may see its,
bones and beaks
all in the museums.
and take the sun and air.
The sun yet warms its
native ground,
the dodo is not there.
The voice which used to squak-squke
is now forever dumb, yet you may see its,
bones and beaks
all in the museums.
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