As I sit outside in the Sun,
400 million year old rock
beneath my feet,
guarding my chickens
against Goshawk death
from the blue sky,
dozens of tiny dinosaurs
fly past my chair – sparrowsaurs
and wrensaurs. The setting Sun
ends another day
of my 27,000 days
(or thereabouts) so far
on this ancient planet.
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