by Linda Fuller
Climbing up out of the ooze
I sensed my fins evolving into legs.
Thoroughly delighted by this turn of events
I sprinted off into the Devonian Period.
Zoologically speaking, I was a tetrapod,
Even though of a seven-toed branch doomed to extinction.
Naturally, my five-toed brethren bullied me,
Slinging mud, ooze, sly innuendo, and
Harsh words. Still and all,
I was a proud citizen of the
Author's Note: 2013
Posted on 07/06/2015
Copyright © 2023 Linda Fuller
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Paul Lastovica on 07/06/15 at 02:30 AM|
Much different than expected by the title... but then I should have expected that coming from you :) Timely.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/06/15 at 03:12 PM|
A life long fan of all things prehistoric, I really enjoyed your poem Linda.
|Posted by Ken Harnisch on 07/06/15 at 08:53 PM|
Darwin updated with a twist...one wonders if the transformation required some kind of oath and a promise to be a good citizen going forward!
|Posted by Jim Benz on 07/06/15 at 10:54 PM|
Great acrostic, Linda.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/12/15 at 01:16 AM|
I like your method of sprinting off into another Period, the sly comment on bullying those who are different, and a very well done acrostic. Thanks, Linda.