Some say we were a little barbaric
Because we threw a slain pterodactyl
On the table. What could we say? He was fair game, simply the spoils of the blessed day.
We wrestled mighty nice with that big ol’ bird from high noon to meal. Salivating while he cooked over the fire, hoping to steal a bite.
Eventually, the attack commenced. Hawks swooped from every direction. Clinging and eating voraciously, like a starved pack of piranhas coming off a diet…only squeaky clean pre-historic bones remained that were ready for the museum.