The Homo Sapiens' Era

Sometimes,
when in a moment of rare peace and quiet
and my mind can become a child,
I picture
Dinosaurs still roaming the Earth.
Somehow
living in harmony with human constructions.

A Pterodactyl sits atop a telephone pole.
A Brontosaurus bonds with a bumblebee.
A Triceratops tries to stop for a traffic light.
A Raptor runs rampant with wolves in the Arctic.

But through a kinetic storm,
of falling fire and creeping ice,
the chapter of the great beasts ended.
And Homo sapiens,
make their blip along the chart of Earth's time line.

One day,
maybe Robert Frost knew,
we will also die in fire or ice.
And the reign of Homo sapien
will end.

I drive along the road.
A Great Blue Heron, with wings wider than I am tall,
flies perfectly parallel to my pale gold sedan.
Surreal it seems,
but it happened and not in a dream.

It glides to settle in a ditch.
The foreshadowing is intangible, unexplainable,
but maybe we will find a way to remain,
like an adaptable shadow,
after our chapter has ended.

Harry the Heron is Hopeful.