It was dark and oh, so dreary.
The Poe-osaurus was oh, so weary.
The little ones scampered about at play,
While the parents hunted far away.
He was set to watch the young,
And questions were on every tongue.
When will we eat? When will we nap?
When to go home? Why are you fat?
What is that light on this dark, dreary day?
Will our kind always live and stay?
The old one sighed and answered the last,
Even while they inched towards the past,
"Shall we live upon this earth to eat and roar?"
Quoth the ancient, "Forevermore."
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Carmen Henigin
I love to travel, adventure and exploring. Turns out, I also love writing. I recently published my first book "A Depressed Woman's Sarcastic Take on Life," and am working on several others! I look forward to learning from other writers!
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Comments (2)
Beautiful.
Interesting poem!