…don’t worry, it wasn’t anything good.
A little bird, red and yellow, in a part of the world you’ve never heard of.
It’s habitat was ploughed under to make room for a mine that we all agree we need resources from.
The last of the species died, alone and afraid, in a nest built in part of a tractor. It didn’t even know why it was dying.
And no one and nothing will miss it.
You could count the people who’d seen it on your fingers.
Tomorrow something else’ll go extinct.
Hopefully, it’ll make for a better story.