The Very Last Of Its Kind (Poetry)

The trek’s been long — the going tough
across a section of the map
sparse on detail — just enough
to guide a keen intrepid chap
a wildlife hunter mad to find
this animal believed to be
the very last one of its kind
roaming forests living free

A growl and greenery’s astir
his heart beats frantic in his chest
he glimpses a gold flash of fur
his trusty Nikon does the rest
its shutter clicking on and on
long after the rare beast is gone


Alternative ending couplet:

a dozen shots before it’s gone
one snag — he left the lens cap on!