A litte dinosaur dance in solar flare, let’s say cosmically. Spins like tether ball, arms spread, feet twist as they land in the damp, sandy ground. Werewolf didn’t need the ocean to carry her breeze. Slinks ’round a dune, proper posture and bated breath. Little dino’s oxford slip on granules, laughs as she lands with a splash. Wolf approach, grin furtively, draw her up, dust her off. Claw in paw, oculus obstinate, paired posteriors poised. Beak meets snout, spell release, reveal hominid origins. Stand stark and stirred.