Let’s be honest; if the title of this blog post doesn’t compel you to read it, nothing will…
Life and Death on the Living Room Rug
He should never have strayed.
Away from the herd, he was
vulnerable; young, naïve to the ways
of the enemy.
across carpet braids, searching for food
on this ancient Asian plain, he had no idea
what lay in wait.
From behind thick trunks of coffee
two plastic Velociraptors attack
one bites at his back, the other
to tear his sides.
Unexpected to all,
the Tyrant King arrives
(perched atop Grave Digger, appropriately),
spies the bloodless carnage,
disperses speedy thieves
with a toddler-sized roar,
and enjoys a duck-billed dinosaur dinner
– © 2017, Matt Forrest Esenwine, all rights reserved
I wrote this little slice o’ life as a tribute to the imagination of my 7-year-old son – a budding truck-driving, superhero paleontology artist- and also as a way to practice some internal rhyme. Hope you liked it! For more poetry, be sure to visit Penny Parker Klostermann for today’s complete Poetry Friday roundup!