by Flixy Coote
Hidden beneath the rocks,
All encased in stones,
Once living creatures,
Now nothing more than bones.
Small, big, wide or large,
Curled up, fast asleep,
Thinking that is the end of them,
Not knowing that they will keep.
Dug up thousands of years later,
When nothing else is here.
Everything unknown,
The world filled with fear.
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