"It is funny to think of a robin perched on the back of a Velociraptor
or a duck paddling alongside a Spinosaurus."
-- Gareth Dyke; Winged Victory; Scientific American, July 2010
Wings outstretched, she floats on the breeze, Her sharp eyes surveying the plains. She swoops down on a family of raptors. There she rides along on one, Grooming a worm from under its feathers. Suddenly, the raptors roar and stampede: Over the southern horizon, rises a stratospheric mushroom, churning, roiling stem topped with lightening filled cap. She zooms off her taxi's back And disappears into safety. ... and then it rains burning melted rock The sun blotted out, The world lives in the killing darkness, plants dying, the great lizards dying, the seas dying. Wings outstretched, she floats on the wind, Her sharp eyes surveying the clouded ground. She swoops down onto a sunny knoll. There she hops about, Harvesting a worm poking up from the dirt. In early March, I saw Her orangy-red breast herald the New Spring, The world re-created Out of the asteroidic apocalypse. Each Spring she returns from her hiding To bring Spring's return and life's re-birthing. In our globally warmed heat wave and superstorms, She is the promise that When the Arctic melts and the icy rains Pour and pour and pour months on end and ... plants die, species die, the seas die That the sun will break forth ... And the world re-created Out of our pollutic apocalypse.
©2010 John A. Mills