Pogo in the Jurassic

by

Frank Valentyn

It’s in excess of twenty-five meters
weighs a hundred tons, this sauropod!
I said excitedly, fascinating
upon the two-dim representation
and imagining its thunderous stomp

What does it eat, this Solopod?
she asked, while doing dishes
with the splish-clatter
of a Jurassic rivulet
commenting on the neatness
of our cave and its artesian font
fronded pond with faint tinkling

Well, mostly its main concern
is locomotion with that single pod
(I said) it needs a good wind-up
of five-ton quinticeps that quiver
with saurian exertion
followed by a let-go
a single hop, a bop
clawing at dizzy atmosphere
and altitudinous gymnosperms
before stomp-landing again
and precarious rebalancing
before bending gently down
and taking tiny nibbly bites
of ferns and other thinglets

I don’t believe you, she said
tinkling away

Replied: "OK!"
and carried on reading
the cave inside its familiar garden
well-bounded and comfortably secure

NEXT?
Why don't you look at So many
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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