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The Tribe Endangered No. 3 - Penny

A Penny for your thoughts
And if you think about it
So many Pennys are in peril
So many pennys needed to fund
The work of protecting and rehabilitating
These shy creatures
Happy that while in rehab
You are protected and safe
Not against Hyaenas, your armour fits
Not against a lion, your scales protect
Instead against a far worse predator
The worst of the worst 
Those who won’t let you stay free
To shyly and harmlessly spend many a nocturne 
Unless of course you’re an ant!
She wouldn’t hurt a fly
But she is an anteater
Engaging in nature’s ant control
Patrolling, investigating, curling up in a ball
If a threat is detected, she just rolls
All except for one
And no ode to a Pangolin
Can take the man out of the story
But the stark, bleak sadness
Is contained in another verse
About Pascale
But here we keep it as kind
And as hopeful as (nearly im)possible
Focussing on the light in the plight
And those who care and do something
Care for the rescued Pennys and Pascales 
Show them the kind side of humans
The compassionate, the responsible
The never give up, the never quitters
Those that stand in the danger zone
The no-mans land between the species
And extinction
Yes, This is about Penny 
And the plummeting Pangolins
And other red-listed species
But also about the one species
Fighting to defend their right
To keep existing, to stay alive
Spare a thought and gratitude
For the Penny carers
But we need an army of people who care
Greater than the hoardes of exotic easters
And treaters of Pangolins as apothecaries 
Carers like @Wildatlife e.V.
Without whom Penny would end up
Just a pile of scales in a market
Or worse...

This is Penny 
Can you share a Penny for your thoughts
Tell us what you think about Pangolins
In the comments add your verse
Give us your take on them
Or more importantly, your give

A.E. (Anthony) Lovell

Photo: @Wildatlife E.v.



  3 years ago
The Tribe Endangered: Number 2. Mrs C - Too Late

We start sadly
Because it ended badly 
Even before we begin
Cassowary was chosen 
Second to giant tortoise
To be a face in the tribe
One well known local was Mrs C
Jungle Queen of - where else
- the Cassowary Coast
Local personality for 50 years
She would have been the one
But she was already gone
Killed by a car after so long
Fondly regarded and now missed
Though the Cassowary Festival goes on
So in memory of Mrs C
Her mission ended at Mission Beach
We seek another to take her place
Endangered animal personality No.2
(Insert name here) the Cassowary
At the end suggest her name

Formidable ground bound bird
Flight not needed, fully capable to fight
Not many would face her in battle
Better to be friendly with this one
Better still leave her well alone
Don’t threaten her in her home
Brilliantly coloured not needing to hide
Glossy black with blue and purple neck
With red wattles and amber eyes dramatised
Battering her way through the forest on the run
With her horned axe-like helmet, casque
Not to mention her formidable toenails
Otherwise known as dagger-shaped claws
Your won’t want to see how she uses those
Ratite with an appetite for seedy fruit
Eating what falls, digesting
To deposit in her rambling 
Across her jungle habitat 
To propagate and spread the rainforest
For the next ones and the biodiverse
In the hot and Wet Tropics
of Far North Queensland
She and her kin decline with the Forest
As it is cleared and felled
Pushed out to pasture and human homes
She is a bird that lives 
In the dappled light and shade
Ancient rainforest dweller
Remnants of Gondwana, a different time
When the continent was lush
And teeming with life
Flightless but not helpless
Don’t you find out
Luckily, fruit eater and nothing else
Heavyweight champion of Australian birds
Emu may be taller but would take flight 
On foot rather than try to disprove!
To halt (her name) decline we have to turn it around
More trees in the ground, more range
More rainforest, more Cassowary 
More Cassowary, more rainforest
And all the rest that comes with its spread
That’s where Brett and Mr Miyawaki
Dig in and join in
And the WTMA people use their skills
To plant and preserve her home

Give Mrs C’s replacement a name
Or suggest an existing Cassowary
With personality, like Mrs C
To lend her face and her given name
To awareness of her plight
These birds that can’t take flight
Support the aspiration to delist her
Send her back the right way
Away from endangerment and extinction
To stay where her kind have always been
In the remnant rainforest
Eating seedy fruit....

A.E. (Anthony) Lovell
WTA - Wet Tropics Management Authority
Brett - Brett Krause, Tree Planter who uses the Miyawaki Method



  3 years ago
AESHLovell

‘The Tribe Endangered’ No. 1. George 

Where’s George today?

Elder statesman of the tribe

Perhaps its long-lived Chief

George we’ve already introduced

In another verse, but here he is again

Unknowingly enjoying his fame

He lives his life on a beach

An Atoll called Cousins

At a giant tortoise pace 

Aldabra Giant Tortoise

Aldabrachelys Gigantea

Lumbering around

In his mobile helmet home

OK, because that’s what he is

And that’s what giant tortoises do

The same driving rules as us all

Hunger and passing on genes

Links in an unbroken chain

But his cousins had theirs broken

Eaten out of house and home

By historically hungry sailors 

Only Aldabras remain, like George

But what’s in a name ?

A being worthy of living a life

Left to his own devices

Doing what giant tortoises do

Looking at the sea and sky

Searching for today’s meal

Or a rather attractive slow-walking rock

Hiding away when it gets too hot

More than a hunk of a ‘living rock’

Who likes to break things*

Plodding around for longer than us

Living more than a hundred years

Some even two or longer

That’s George’s life

On his island paradise

His home long before they were known

As the Seychelles

(Now open again)

George and his kind

Are not strictly endangered

Just limited in numbers and range

George is safe when tourists are around

Contributing to upkeeping his home

On YouTube amusing some of them 

Going into battle with a rival table

Or a pretender barbecue

Upstart, to be upturned

Or was that just an amorous advance?

Either way, short-sighted at a glance

Visiting his island keeps him in home

He carries his own house

Then visitation dried up interminably

That story can’t be told in one line

Just now begins the trickle back

Only two threats now are known

Drip feeding of existential funding

Or any change to his home

Just this little change of climate thing

That threaten his shores, not alone

George may well outlive us

But right now he needs help directly

Your money is your proxy 

Keeping the conservation going

Until you can greet him personally

It’s up to the rest of us in our homes

To ensure his home remains

An Atoll

Above the sea

For George to keep doing his thing

Master and Commander of his islandship

Defender of the realm of living rocks

Legend in his Aldabran mind

So remember to mind your table!

 

A.E.(Anthony) Lovell

  3 years ago
The Tribe Endangered

This is the introduction to a series on animals that are endangered or in decline, giving them a name so that we can give them a voice.

A.E. (Anthony) Lovell

Meet this tribe
These far flung ones
Precious ones we can’t let go
Little do they know
Their lives are in our hands
And in our plans
What is the plan for these friends
Endangered or in decline?
But they are not numbers
Or strange tongue twisting names
Linnaean Taxonomic classifications
They are sentient beings
We are sentient beings
We have that in common
But only we can control
Whether they get to keep ther home
In the wild, not in captivity
We want to see them in the future
In their natural estate
Not protected by being taken and contained
Effectively gone in the wild
On the shortlist to extinction
Let’s get them off the list
Let’s treat them with respect
As if their life matters
To them and us 
Directly and indirectly
We are their greatest threat
We’re giving them a name
And a face to go with it
And a tribe to recognise
These endangered ones banding together
Safety in numbers is their hope
And names as fellow creatures
Their rescue rope

We’ve anthropologised them
Within an inch of their lives
Some even further, now gone
Now we must anthropomorphise
To call them back from the brink
There are better ways in the future
Just recognise sentience
We have to lo and behold them
To hold them and keep them dear
With all the life on earth 
encircled on this sphere

The first is George...
He already has his name
Then it will be your turn
To give the others
Their names

  3 years ago
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