David Byrne Poet Rhyme

Velociraptor

I dreamed I had a raptor
Living by my bed
It only stood three inches tall
On chicken it was fed

Its tiny body skinny strong
Glistened in the light
As it ran and skid across the floor
Plainly in my sight

I wondered where it came from
As it focused on my face
It raised its jaw and flicked its tail
Warming up to race

I felt the bed sheet pressing down
By its body and its claws
But the thing that scared me most of all
Were the teeth inside its jaws

Its little tongue flicked in and out
Saliva dripping down
Oh god and the chicken I just ate
Not a scrap left to be found

Gulp!

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Marie Harrison June 22, 2010 at 9:13 PM Oh this is cute. I used to have an iguana, they look like dinosaurs!

Caroline Cécile Delacroix June 19, 2010 at 8:02 AM Hehe. Scary dream. Thank God, it's just a dream. Well written, David.

Poet Destroyer A June 19, 2010 at 5:51 AM LoL, this is more than a sacry dream, sounds like a meal. Wow! to wake up with a dino, in my face is more of a nightmare, Enjoyed, your poem and I myself want to know where did the raptor come from.. What movie where you watching before heading to bed, still i love it and the end was awesome,,..Sidney LeeAnn

Andrea Dietrich June 18, 2010 at 11:01 PM hahaha, LOVED this one. Not sure exactly what it is, but I imagined a tiny replica of those animals on Jurrasic park that chased the little kids around inside the building. Loved the thing about the chicken! andrea

Linda-Marie Sweetheart June 18, 2010 at 8:06 PM Watch out David.. they travel in pairs... haha.. this is neat..perhaps deja vu from Jurassic Park...haha.. well I have my own Velociraptor right her right now..haha.. fill u in later luv.. "Sweetheart"

Carolyn Devonshire June 18, 2010 at 7:49 PM Oh, David, the images in this story are hilarious. You should have saved some of that chicken for him! I'm afraid of biting insects so I can't condemn you for being afraid of a three-inch raptor. Do you think he's angry because his ancestors' graves in the Gulf of Mexico were disrupted by the oil drilling. (Actually wondered today which dinosaurs left that oil behind. Headed out tomorrow for a volunteer cleanup crew.) Enjoyed your poem immensely! Love, Carolyn