The Last Call

The death of a species is nothing to celebrate. The loss of genetic diversity is never good for an ecosystem. The final call of an animal, the last of its kind, is especially mournful. Birds singing, desperately calling out, performing their mating dance for a partner that will never come. Canines hopelessly searching for miles for any trace of another, howling at the moon, raging against the reality that they might be the last. And perhaps, most hauntingly of all, the somber, terrified call echoing throughout infinite space on radio waves, “Can anyone hear me? Please...is anyone out there?”

AJ Coates​