Im not sure about the juxtaposition of these objects, and I’m certainly not sure if this is a poem, but I thought I would try and write something…..
Come drink at the mirror pool, my Triceratops
Dip your horned snout deep into its glassy surface.
Remember Rhinos or Elephants hidden in time drinking here.
Plastic, printed, broken foot….night light shines to light the way.
My Triceratops, a whim when bought, now friend.
Each brick and brack gathered and coveted. No space for you?
But still you stay….
Triceratops, on a tray, on the microwave…
How random is that place, how chaotic….
My Triceratops please stay.