On seeing our recent post on the tahr, Carol Halberstadt contacted us saying that she had written the following poem in 2000 after reading an article in the Boston Globe about hunters killing the last Arabian wolf and the last tahr. Unfortunately, I can’t find the article in question, but clearly the demise of the tahr was exaggerated.
Imagine the loneliness
of the last wolf, her howl
unheard in the wilderness,
his place unmade.
What small tear in time remains?
They are lost with the untamed sheep,
gone from the hills.
Horns that summoned
the birthday of the world
are still, the rock
their feet wore, emptied,
the paths unfilled.
The bison walk this way,
shaggy and gentle.
(©2/29/00 Carol Snyder Halberstadt – used by permission)