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Friend of the Ankylosaurus

by Timothy Burns


I'll teach speech
to the dinosaurs
of the sage brush.

I'll work out consonants
that they can utter.

I shall create a language
for them, or grunts, clicks
and nasal snorts and sniffs.

And these land, sea and air
dwelling juggernauts will
call me
brother.

11/01/2009

Posted on 11/01/2009
Copyright © 2021 Timothy Burns

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/20/13 at 05:09 PM

Unique idea that tickles the fantasy bone - one wonders what you will talk about.

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