Drat we missed and now we miss
The Bramble Cay melomys:
A mouse-like rodent on a cay
First washed up then washed away
It's kicked a clod - like us one day.
Any loss like this diminishes me
When a tiny creature's lost at sea
It's the first but not the final one
And I'm the lesser that it's gone
When all is said and Donne.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem