Dorian thinks wearing his stego jacket is supercool.
Enjoying today's festivities of napping and playing, "ooh...my!"
The design of the stegosaurus catches his eye.
He touches the grey, fuzzy sewn on design,
Pondering what cut short the giant reptile's life line.
What did them in, Momma mentioned, was a big rock.
It came from the sky, killing most things that fly, swim, and walk.
Sad face. Dorian never had the chance to meet one;
Perhaps even ride on its back. It could've been fun.
He stares at his dinosaur mobile,
Wishing he could be helpful and noble.
The dancing rainbow T-rex, tyradactal, and stegosaurus whirl.
They smile and stare at him; their eyes the color of pearl.
The black and white center circles like a vortex,
Wreaking havoc on Dorian's young visual cortex.
He closes his eyes and is now at peace,
Waiting for the dizziness to cease.
He opens his eyes to witness a beautiful sight.
The air smells clean and the outdoors is bright.
A giant mosquito-like bug buzzes by,
Almost hitting Dorian in the face. "Shoo fly."
He gazes at the lush foilage of which the area is pleasantly rife.
It is even full of various plump and rather odd-looking wild life.
"Sir Walden, what do you make of this location?"
"The dinosaur era is my speculation."
Dorian cogitates the recent events and agrees.
Having Sir Walden's company puts him at ease.
The knowledgeable kitty hands Dorian a device.
Stating, "You desire to aid these ancient beasts. This shall suffice.
It can move earth as easy as the push from a digit."
Dorian is impressed by Sir Walden's ingenuity as he considers the widget.
"But wouldn't upsetting the timeline create a different parallel universe?
A result of humanity not in dominion could be worse.
Better yet, aren't we creating a time paradox just by being here?"
Sir Walden offers, "perhaps we'll all benefit from coexistence...or...disappear."
Disappear? Dorian fears for the effects of their cause,
Enough so, to give him pause.
To save the poor, defenseless dinosaurs and become friends,
...Or return to his time empty-handed, as his conscience recommends?
Dorian raises his device to the sky,
Pointing it at the fireball way up high.
He turns his head away in fear of the change.
Then, in the bushes, he hears something strange;
The wimper of a baby stegosaurus as it pokes out his head.
Dorian is torn between fate and heroics; not wanting the baby dead.
He quickly thinks through his options as events he may not undo,
Gazing at the poor reptile, he now knows what he must do.
He points his wand at the stego and levitates him,
Dorian is saddened as dinosaur future is grim.
Turning face-up, he sees his mobile clearly.
Taking a deep breath, Dorian wonders if he died. No, nearly.
Back at home, in his own time, he undoubtedly sees.
But, Techtonic "The Plated" Stego is not to be seen. Sir Walden and Dorian freeze.
Momma comes in and sweetly says, "I have something for you."
Wondering what that could be, he has no clue,
But he can only think of his baby stego's whereabouts.
Maybe he didn't make it. Dorian is having doubts.
He enters the living room and there is his stego. Smiles, they both cannot hide.
There is even a saddle, so Dorian can go for a ride.
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