October Poem

by Snipe

A pack of young raptors
Flash mischievous
Duck and weave around
Tree thick legs of a sauropod
Frightening all about
Wearing tyrannosaurus masks

The festival fires are still lit
As dinosaur and children alike
Huddle close as ghost stories
Swirl around their heads

The pterosaurs paint their wings
The color of the turning leaves
And ride crisp currents
Above the island

It's October.