Still feeling the dinosaur vibe. Love the idea of making a collection of dinosaur poetry. We’ll see if that happens.
Thinking about the power of those creatures and how different the world was to sustain them. We used to have so much oxygen on the planet that it would actually kill us if we tried to breathe it. It allowed for wildly different growth. Consider dragon flies large enough to swoop by and snap your head off. And then the things that ate them. And the things that are them…just what was it like at the top of that particular food chain?
My bride and I read “The Dragons are Singing Tonight” yesterday. It’s a delightfully illustrated book of poetry all about, you guessed it, dragons. It sparked a few conversations and inspired me to today’s poem.