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The cycle of life

By Colleen Millsteed Published 25 days ago Updated 25 days ago 2 min read
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April — My mother comes into heat,

April — As a aging dinosaur, my mother knows this is her one and only chance,

April — The desperate need she feels for her own offspring; just once,

April — She scouts for a suitable mate,

April — Roams afar,

April — Finally, love at first sight.


April — The build up,

April — The anticipation increases,

April — The deed is done,

April — Impregnation; I begin.


April — Mother discards Father,

April — Searching for the perfect location for a nest,

April — Wandering the barren landscape,

April — Discarding choices,

April — Success!


June — Nesting materials are scouted,

June — Mother frantically gathers all she needs,

June — Nest building with engineered precision,

June — Rebuilt over and over again,

June — Perfection.


July — Nest redesigned,

July — Prey stalked and killed,

July — Prey’s feathers weaved into the nest,

July — Build completed to Mother’s satisfaction.


August — Mother nestles,

August — Nature takes control,

August — Restlessness,

August — Loss of appetite,

August — My birth nears.


September — Mother squats comfortably,

September — Hours pass,

September — Straining,

September — Naturally,

September — My egg is laid.


September — I freely float against my shell,

September — I feed luxuriously on my nutritious yolk,

September — I grow,

September — Until I fill the entire shell.


October — I feel the sun’s warmth through the transparent coating,

October — The membrane snaps,

October — The shell cracks,

October — My fear of the unknown escalates amongst my excitement,

October — My head enters my new world.


October — My shell crumbles slowly,

October — Piece by piece falls to the wayside,

October — I rise from the disintegration,

October — Standing upon my newborn legs for the first time.


October — I take my first glance at my new, expanded world,

October — My heart breaks,

October — I quiver in shock,

October — Tears explode,

October — Devastation hits hard.


October — The loss is felt indelibly,

October — The realisation that I, a baby dinosaur, totally alone,

October — Discovery of my Mother’s carcass outside the nest,

October — Killed by a predator,

October — The day before my official birth,

October — My Mother never got to meet the offspring she so desperately wanted,

October — And I was never to meet the perfect maternal heart she held for me.

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Originally published on Medium

sad poetry

About the Creator

Colleen Millsteed

My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran25 days ago

    My heart broke so much for that little dinosaur 😭😭😭😭😭

  • oh the misery!

  • Shirley Belk25 days ago

    Run, baby...hide

  • Cathy holmes25 days ago

    Omg. That is so sad. 😢

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