I found it.
There in the old winter leaves
down by Fiddle Creek.
One dinosaur egg
left in the rock nest.
See there— the shadow of the neck
across the bluebell lined creek—
of the red-breasted robinsaurus
hovering above her nest.
Hear its tale in the awakening waters
down in Fiddle Creek.Sheri Edwards
Poetry / Photography
Every day, a photograph, a poem.
Every day I’ve been taking a picture of this HUGE egg I found down in Fiddle Creek. It’s bright blue and it sure looks like an egg– a huge dinosaur egg, I’m sure.
And if it’s a blue egg, it must be a red-breasted dinosaur! So I name it now: a red-breasted robinsaurus lives in Fiddle Creek.
See the boulder rocks around it– I think that’s the nest surrounding it for protection.
That’s what I surmised just as I noticed the long shadow of the robinsaurus’s neck flowing across the width of the gully in which the creek flows. See it there? With the bluebells?
I just backed away. I didn’t even look up. Nope. I just left, and you better too– who knows how long they’ve chosen to stay.
Be ware of the red-breasted robinsaurus of Fiddle Creek!
Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart