Buffet of Prey
Spinning through time, I landed in the Jurassic Age,
when the raptor and brontosaurus reigned.
With none of these dinosaurs held in a cage,
my composure I still maintained.
I attributed this “dream” to spicy food consumed
just an hour before I lay down to sleep.
How wrong I was, for the action resumed;
when I woke, through my bedroom they did creep.
A kindly pterodactyl winged me away,
but I didn’t know I’d be on his buffet!
*Written by Carolyn Devonshire, January 18, 2012 for Russell’s “Tons of Comma Fun!” contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2012
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