Nestled in a large cave you suffered less
Every season except for fall’s last day
As the wind turned colder with winter’s dress
Never neglecting to kick you halfway
During a thought of some fresh meat roasted
Entirely for family and friends
Returning from the hunt twice boasted
Thankful not knowing your approaching ends
Humans kept part of your DNA chains
As a souvenir of your last day’s pains
Leaving forty K years since and remains
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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Dead and Wearing Green
She was wearing that green dress when I first saw her, five years ago to the day. Flowing meadow fabric draped over long legs, thick auburn hair flowing down her back. That smile. Of course, she is still beautiful now. But now she is no longer alive.
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Excellent piece
You know I’ve always wanted to write and alt history story where other archaic humans didn’t go extinct