Friday, 22 November 2013

#59 - Dinosaurs In Unknown Quantities

Sifting through stegasauruses, Brian loses the will to live.
'This is as futile as nailing an egg to a wall!' he screams
at his 5-year-old daughter, slapping the pencil
from her hand.

She backs away, teetering between stoicism and despair,
her little lip trembling. All around,
mounds of tiny, braying dinosaurs
scramble and wait to be counted.
Pterodactyls wheel round the cavern ceiling
like excellent bats.

Brians rage withers. 'I... I'm sorry.'
He feels a nudge at his ankle.
A diplodocus waits at his feet,
the pencil in its unquantifiable mouth.

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