The Dinosaur
Hide,
Scorched like gauze
Moving slowely and surefooted
A path no longer blazed yet
Bridges behind still burn
An opening,
A thousand eyes turn to stare
Fruitless in its search,
Faces no longer there
Disgruntled and aged
Grown shorter in its decline
The Dinosaur walks out of the
forest,
Onto the edge of time.
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