Not now seen,
Amongst us now,
The Thylacine, hunted to extinction.
Used to be called Tasmania’s wild dog,
All traces lost,
To once again
Re-engineer it’s foxy loping gait.
Can science make up for our past hunting?
It’s dead now.
a 5 line stanza poem (more stanzas if you wish)
1;2;3;4;10 syllables for each successive line of the 1st; 3rd; 5th stanza etc; inverted for even numbered stanzas
Alas I think we should let it rest, and learn how not to do it in the future.