I would have got away with it
but for the noise –
claws scratching at the wood,
those genteel coughing sounds
“One moment, sir”
I knew then I was done for.
“ If you could come this way..”
In my skivvies, standing on one leg,
I watched him spring the secret trapdoor –
out they tumbled – all my little darlings
skittering across the polished floor.
Tiny dinosaurs in Terminal Two.
It’s said that they escaped into the drains
and flourished there…
One day they will return, Godzilla like,
crunching Jumbo jets to junk
between their claws, reeking of jet juice
and rotting airline meals.