A symphony of life once played,

Silent whispers of the fallen,

Echo through the earth.

Gone the roar of wild creatures,

Extinction's touch, a heavy shroud,

Leaves the world in silence.

Roamed the land, a top predator gone one by one,

Awaiting her last moments.

In Tasmania's embrace, a creature roamed,

The thylacine, elusive and rare,

A fateful tale, a species' despair.

Stripes of dusk adorned its back,

Nature's artwork, no colors lacked.

Eyes that held a mystic gleam.

Caged by man's relentless quest,

The thylacine's spirit laid to rest.

The last Tasmanian tiger, a poignant plea,

A fading echo in nature's tapestry.

The day arrives, a species lost,

Joining her ancestors.

Once proud and free, Now confined.

In shadows cast by human strife,

A ghostly memory of vanished life.

Yet, in the echoes of Tasmania's breeze,

The last thylacine roams in memories.