Brontosaurus

Oh, gentle Thunder Lizard, noble beast,

Immense, yet dwarfed by others of your kind

Whose reign, as yours, mysteriously ceased,

Collectively, a race time left behind.

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You had no taste for blood, nor urge to kill.

No massive canine teeth for shredding prey.

Instead, you chose to take your daily fill

From Mother Earth's botanical array.

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Unlike your fellow grazers' armor plate

And horns and spikes and hardened carapace,

Your defense lay in length and girth and weight

And massive tail, pursuers to displace.

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Alas, your gentle nature and great size

Were met with inescapable demise.

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