The moon-o-saur – Lurks through the trees;
A very frightening – Sight to see;
Its lengthy jaw – Is filled with teeth;
The perfect mouth – To consume me;
Bright eyes help it – To scan the land;
As it makes it’s – Next meal-time plan;
Lets hope it doesn’t – Include me;
As it’s next creature – For eating;
I only grabbed – This fleeting pic;
And then I ran away – Right quick.
