. . .STRANGER THAN. . .
( Homage to Ray Bradbury's story THE FOG HORN )



the mother
placed her child
carefully in the cave


and turned
to meet her foe
with a furious roar


the cave was strange
all blinding white walls
and flashing lights


the mother  would
never come back
her death lost in time


her child
breaking from the shell
blinked at the curious lights


blinding her
with a science
yet to be invented


and staking around
the time machine
for time machine it was


it hit a switch
that took it all the way
to 2020


the time traveller
and the T-Rex mother
dying in a time long gone


now as the years
flashed by too fast
for human or dinosaur eye


the child
came of age
in an age beyond its time


the lighthouse keeper
slowly turned
the pages of his Ray Bradbury


the foghorn
called across time
and the child now fully grown


roared back
mournfully
remembering its mother


the lighthouse keeper
too engrossed
in Ray and his tale


...stranger than fiction...
his dying thought
as the T-Rex with relish


munched through
he and his mate
merely a tasty morsel


what was left of them
cast aside as
the waves roared


in the early dawn
they found the dinosaur
curled around the lighthouse


dying with too much time
but still answering
the foghorn's mournful cry