A vision, a ghost.
The Vaquita is hidden,
Never to be found.
Or is that silver fog that
Frequents the water’s surface
A lone Vaquita?
Surely it cannot be so.
For years ago we
Wiped the species from the Earth.
But now it is too late. Or is it?
A vision, a ghost.
The Vaquita is hidden,
Never to be found.
Or is that silver fog that
Frequents the water’s surface
A lone Vaquita?
Surely it cannot be so.
For years ago we
Wiped the species from the Earth.
But now it is too late. Or is it?
V-log 
A beautiful and poignant poem. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you for commenting and visiting my blog so frequently! -Goldenliontamarin
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Great message, beautifully and artfully conveyed in another fine poem! Thank you so much for your dedication to this cause and for inspiring me.
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Thanks! It is an honor to actually inspire someone! -GLT
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