Evan Linville 8/5/21 Evan Linville 8/5/21

08.04.2021

The Trouble with T-Rex Toast

An order’s come up

For T-Rex Toast

It’s an order we get

Quite less frequent than most

And I don’t mind the sparseness

The request is a chore

Ingredient-wise, it’s a dish I deplore

For to find the right Rex

That will fit in the slot

An impossible task

As sure as the toaster is hot

They’re the King of all Dinos

So the ones that would do

Are the baby T-Rexes

A fact that makes me feel blue

And a complexity added

To this terrible thing

Is that the babies love tag

Making catching obscene

It’s all run and pursue

Or hide and avoid

The thought by itself

Makes me quite paranoid

What’s that? Order changed?

Oh glorious day!

I can breathe, I can smile

What’s that that you say?

What do they want?

Oh it couldn’t be true

You’re sure that they’ve ordered

Hot Electric Eel Stew?

Evan Linville 8/4/21 Evan Linville 8/4/21

08.04.2021

The Eagle and the Fire Chief

Away up high

In the top of a tree

That grows on a cliff

Too far up there to see

In a nest that is made

Of grey twig and thick moss

Meet the Village Fire Chief

And an eagle named Ross

This bi-weekly meeting

Depending on season

Is of urgent importance

And this is the reason

They’ve coordinated an effort

Serving both of their needs

To detect forest fires

And to try to save trees

The eagle keeps watch

From his perch in the air

And directs the flame-fighters

Where to go—here or there

And their team-up approach

Helps woodland creatures and man

By keeping the fires

From consuming the land

Evan Linville 8/3/21 Evan Linville 8/3/21

08.03.2021

For Those Who’ll Believe Me

They said I was dreaming

And I said I was not

When I shared what I’d seen

In the sky, in the hot

Summer day, when the sun

Was up straight overhead

As I walked down the street

Through the town where it led

And I stopped to look up

At the buildings around

And I spied through the spires

From my spot on the ground

It was golden and white

With its wings spread out wide

And the sun glancing off

With a glint from its hide

That was rainbow and blue

Like a flash after rain

With a golden-brown glare

That shone out from its mane

And there it was in the air

For a moment, if that

The king of all beasts

Splendid emperor cat

And quick as it came

It was gone from my view

“Could it be, what I’d seen,

Could it even be true?”

And I’ve told all the townsfolk

But they won’t hear a word

They all laugh or they jeer

And they say it’s absurd

Save for a few

Who seem to be keen

To hear what I say

And about what I’ve seen

It’s the children of course

Who can see, hear, and feel

The town’s children of course

Could accept what was real

So to them I entrust

This tale and more

To them I will tell

All the yarns in my store

And I’ll tell them to watch

To keep watch, and keep tryin’

For the chance that they’ll see

This magnificent lion

Evan Linville 8/2/21 Evan Linville 8/2/21

08.02.2021

Waking My Sister

My sister sleeps on

Though it’s time to arise

She’s still tucked in her bed

She won’t open her eyes

The sun, it is up

Breakfast almost to table

And she should get up

I know that she’s able

But she won’t, she remains

All snug under cover

Thinking it’s a protection

With its warmth

Just above her

Well I won’t wait around

It’s time for the day

I’ll take care of this

Here I am, on my way

As I enter the room

I crawl through the door

Then I drop to my belly

And I crawl on the floor

And the next thing I’ll crawl

Right under her bed

I’ll push on her mattress

Right under her head

In fact I just might

Because I feel strong

Pick the whole mattress up

Overhead with a song

I will sing very loud

And then I’ll start to spin

Till my sister wakes up

Wondering what world she’s in

Now that’s a true thrill

That I’d sure like to see

But oh no! She’s awake!

And she’s looking at me

So I’m wiggling my way

Backwards out of this place

To escape the hard glare

That I see on her face

And I’m crafting excuses

Maybe say that I’d miss her

If she’d stayed in her bed

And that she’s my best biggest sister

Evan Linville 7/30/21 Evan Linville 7/30/21

07.30.2021

In Protest

How dare they give this thing to ME

Don’t they know who I am?

I command the third dragoon

With turns from my left hand

How could they think to slight me

To put this in my path

When I’ve so many medals

More than any other hath?

This truly is outrageous

I’ll fume, protest, I’ll picket

How could they be so bold as to

Give ME this traffic ticket?