Do not pet the dinosaurs,
Or try to feed them popcorn.
They're used to ferns and ginkgos, not
If baby theropods warble,
It means they like your yellow dress.
Keep your arms inside at all times.
This is not a diorama.
Should that ankylosaur charge,
Jump a few million years ahead
To catch the earliest birds.
Let's camp on that hill tonight,
Under younger stars. Instead
Of Orion, which won't gel till
Next eon, we'll look for Bronto.
I'll go slow, to give you a chance
For some majestic pictures. But
Where or when was that turn to see
The nesting pterodactyl pair?
Oh, forgive me. I'm distracted.
It's all because of my husband.
Fifty-six tours ago, he left
The trail to chase a dragonfly
As big as our cat. "Wonderful!"
He shouted, and disappeared
Through a strand of fiddlehead ferns.
I have not seen him since.