Flights of Fancy

The Dodo by Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953)

The Dodo used to walk around,

And take the sun and air.

The sun yet warms his native ground —

The Dodo is not there!

The voice which used to squawk and squeak

Is now forever dumb —

Yet may you see his bones and beak

All in the Mu-se-um.

“We have to recognise that our impact is game-changing on this planet, that we are all responsible, and that we have to become stewards of nature – as a part of it, rather than behaving like children rampaging through a sweet shop,” Mark Williams, University of Leicester.