The Last Thoughts of Tyrannosaurus Rex As He Watches The Meteor Hurtle Toward Earth   Leave a comment

Death rushes toward me
as it has for days now.
When I die I shall miss
blue skies;
the roar of combat;
the hot taste of blood.
But mostly
the sweet scent of summer
flowers in bloom.

Millennia hence,
when dinosaur-kind rises again,
as it will,
and they find my bones buried beneath the earth,
will they know
I had a sensitive soul?



Posted May 11, 2015 by Fran LaPlaca

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