The Brontosaurus

© Andrew Calhoun

The brontosaurus slinks through the jungle,
Afraid to be seen;
A difficult proposition, when you weigh up to 35 tons,
But perhaps that makes it easier;
No one expects to see a brontosaurus.

Sometimes I wish I hadn't seen her
Consigned to a loneliness relative to hers,
I cannot have a prehistoric lizard in my house
No matter how sweet she is
Huge and hugely dear to me

I know! She pummels with her front legs,
Dispatching her foes with a blow of her mighty tail.
Understand this:
I would rather the brontosaurus tear me limb from limb from limb
Than have brunch with you again on Sunday.
I'd as soon she knock me screaming off a mountain
As sit through tomorrow's meeting.

No bravery.
The truth is,
I believe in the kindness of the brontosaurus.
Compelled to trust her,
Not knowing if I lead or follow
In her search for water;
Perhaps I am a dinosaur also.