Science Poem: Darwin’s Finches

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A black large ground finch perching on a branch

This was first published October 4, 2021. It’s still the case.

In regard to the wildness of birds towards man, there is no other way of accounting for it… many individuals… have been pursued and injured by man, but yet have not learned a salutary dread of him. Charles Darwin, On the Origin of Species

Darwin's Finches

All right, fine, the first few birds
Could not have seen this coming.
They saw only dark shapes—large, lumbering, branch-winged birds
Tipped with tufts of down.
Of course the little birds were curious.
Of course they believed the branch-wings
Were benevolent.

And you’re right: 
Once those first birds had been grabbed,
Necks twisted, 
No, they couldn’t have gone back
To warn the others.

But the finches just kept coming, 
Bird by trusting bird,
And the men kept killing them,
And the flock kept thinning.

You might think at some point
One bird might say to another,
You know, there’s something strange
About that beach—
The birds who go there
Never come back

And maybe
One bird did say this,
And maybe
The warned bird went anyway.

I guess I understand.

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Image by Flickr user Brian Gratwicke under Creative Commons license

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