Reconstruction of a Dodo
Karl Otto Götz

Museum für Naturkunde Berlin, Germany

I could hear it. The sound like a thousand rainstorms.
I ran as fast as a wolf pounces on its prey.
Silently, as a panicking dodo; me.
The sound was furious. Screeches deafening.
I ran, the sounds started to fade. I keep going.
The more I run, the more I realise that my heart was thumping like a dart hitting a drum. Darkness spreads. I thought I was safe.
That one last ‘boom’ I heard was something that I’d never experienced before.
The dodo, is no more.

Dahlia, Year 4