Tiny Little Saurus
Please don't step on me. Please and thank you.
I was as big as chicken with feathers, you see.
But I'd rather be chasing small lizards with glee.
I could run really fast and had laser-sharp eyes
So it didn't much matter my diminutive size.
The bigger the dino the harder they fall,
I hated the sight of a creature so tall.
The people can't tell how few fingers I had,
I can tell you that I had enough to be glad.
Feathers or scales they will never agree,
I was pretty and sleek as I ever could be.
I was tiny is size but greater in status
Because I was the great Compsognathus.
About the Creator
Barb Dukeman
An English teacher by trade, I’ve spent 32+ years in the classroom, instilling a love of literature (and a tolerance of writing) in my students. I started reading at the age of three and started writing at 13 with a poem about green socks.
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Comments (1)
Fab poem. Loved the rhythm of it.