Or a poem about a lovely T-Rex
I met Sue today in downtown Chicago.
Casually hanging out at the
Watering hole, she looked down
At me as if this was an everyday
Occurrence. Tame to people,
She was mild mannered and stood as
Straight as a rex can given
The curve of her spine
I would have shook her hand
If she wasn’t so tall so instead
We just exchanged glances and
Open mouth almost smiles.
She didn’t seem to mind the biting
Wind upon her bones and
Didn’t complain about the lack of
Boats on Lake Michigan.
She wasn’t upset about the
Recent snow lazily melting.
She just quietly stood there like
A permanent fixture,
Next to the Tower among the skyline.