Diary of a T-Rex
now cradles prickly cactus.
Looking skyward, then horizontally
thorny predator “eyes” survey
“How deplorable,” he sighs
a defeated Tyrannosaurus breath.
His ribcage rattles,
releasing phantom breath
from pointy nasal bones.
With a giggle and flick of a brush
sharp and eager canine teeth are dusted.
The child laughs at his discovery –
this new game of
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