June 7, 2012
So small I am on my bicycle
as behemoths travel beside me.
I braid the halting path of a diplodocus bus
its danger not in malice but mass.
The dull eyes of a charging stegosaurus fail to notice
my vivid display feathers as I wheel past.
An allosaurus pursues, then overtakes me
rumbling its contempt as it chases worthier prey.
I am too small to warrant attention
but if not quick and clever, I may still be crushed.
Fragile as I am
I may not survive this day
But I know
in the hollow spaces of my bones
That one day their kind will be fossils
and my kind will fly.