Petrichor
Many had lost
their babies to sabre tooth or bear
Some had lost
mates to burning rocks flying thru the air
Bitten by deadly
spiders that make your limbs turn black
Falling into a
crevice while walking down a track
Giant gaiters in
the water with snakes long and fat
Don’t go too far
inside you could be bitten by a bat
It wasn’t even
safe sometimes in a cave havin sex
Big wooly mammoths
and angry tyrannosaurus rex
If you made it to
twenty-five then you were doing well
Compared to today
they had to live their life in hell
The sky was often
falling and water flew up on the boil
Sizzled in a
moment when to close to new volcanic soil
Ug turned to guh
and he grunted toward the child
guh picked him up
and ran back in screaming wild
Ug picked up a
stick and waved it in the air
He knew he
couldn’t see it but its shadow was still there
He looked at the
little ones but didn’t know how to count
There was one
missing that he didn’t really know about
Guh looked at him
like she was saying what did you do that for
he turned around
to see it snapped up by a swooping Petri chore
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