APEXSauropod raking and hoovering
delectibles from the lakebed
making wavesCeratops snipping sappy timbers
like copper cables – the sound
like a wrecked galleon’s
masts cracking, knees popping.Flatting Ptero knee-deep
draws hissing fry up
by the shoal. Sifts ‘em dry.
Gullets ‘em.
Would preen if it could.And downwind, rapt by design,
two tri-talon feet
march in silent place
waiting for the light to change,
waiting for the go.
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