Claffactory or TroBriand #3: Troodon
On the day I hatched
i looked up at the sky
it was grey with ash
and somewhere deep in my mind
i knew it was all wrong.
I grew up in a world of sorrows
most the trees had died
the larger animals with them
and when I finally starved to death
i knew I was the last of my kind.
Death has a way of giving one perspective
and the anger I had felt all my life
began to fade over the millennia
i sat beyond the cycles of life and watched
and I watch still.
In the 65 million years since then
i've seen the rise of you mammals
saw the beast that would become you
and all the wonders it was capable of
i saw you make your world what it is today.
But your skies are turning grey too
and you are as helpless as i was to stop it
when your kind has breathed their last
perhaps you will come to where i am
and we can watch what comes next.
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