D is for Dinosaurs, who weren’t terrible lizards
but reptilian, back on our ancient planet
and scared to death, rightly so, of a comet.
Endearing to children, both young and old,
pushed by palaeontologists and curio hunters digging,
their popularity never wanes for longing.
After so many changes to how these beasts are seen,
and how we think about their phyllogeny,
variety trumps all the rules, and continuous is each new theory.
Dino flagellates aside, isn’t it wonderful
that our cousins continue to be cherished
so long after they’re long gone and perished?