Silent Stalker

Silent Stalker: Tribute to the Velociraptor

In ancient groves where shadows dance,

Where ferns unfurl in a verdant trance,

A creature stalks with silent grace,

The forest echoes with its pace.

Velociraptor, swift and keen,

A predator, a hunting machine,

With talons sharp and eyes that gleam,

In ancient woods, it reigns supreme.

Through dappled light and tangled vine,

It hunts its prey, a deadly sign,

A flash of claw, a sudden strike,

In shadows deep, it takes its hike.

Its feathers rustle, softly sigh,

As it prowls beneath the sky,

In search of food, it roams the land,

A relic of a time so grand.

Yet now, in dreams, we bring it near,

With words that paint its form so clear,

A creature fierce, yet somehow small,

In poems, it stands, majestic, tall.

So let us honor this ancient beast,

In verse and rhyme, let our words release,

The spirit of a world long gone,

Where dinosaurs once roamed at dawn.