a roar in the wind
T-rex marches by
his environment long gone
but his soul roams
my street

I could always feel
their presence
the ancient ones
a pterdactyl swoops
down
missing my head by inches
invisible raptors follow
the mailman

fascination overcomes me
every Halloween
the ghosts of dinosaurs
demand to be seen
and heard

unseen by most eyes
but clear to me
a brontosaurus munches leaves
while T-rex stomps and growls

these prehistoric souls
are still here
leaving footprints
damaging vehicles and
telephone poles
evoking my curiosity

the budding paleontologist
in me
rejoices when Halloween arrives
for these creatures come forth
and enter my world