The Moa, is, alas, extinct; And I, for one, am sadly grieving. I wonder if the Moa blinked In woe, as he the earth was leaving. I don't know why I miss him so (Of course, I never really knew him); But I've a feeling -- don't you know -- I want to write a tribute to him. His very name, as I have found, Is like a sobbing dirge, when whispered; I never heard a sadder sound Than "Moa -- Moa --" softly lispered. Before extinct, he lived among The distant reaches of New Zealand. His threnody should have been sung By Poet Heine, say, -- or Wieland. But they refrained. So I've essayed To sing thy cherished name, oh, Moa! Cherished too likely, I'm afraid, By nobody but me and Noah. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE VILLAGE ATHEIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MEMORABILIA by ROBERT BROWNING THE VALLEY'S SINGING DAY by ROBERT FROST AFTER AUGHRIM by ARTHUR GERALD GEOGHEGAN THE FIRST BLUEBIRD by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY MORNING MIST by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD |