The Dolichorhynchops
(It says on the sign)

Maligned by the children
Who laugh at his spine
Who smirk at his teeth
As they count out his ribs

But who dream of his claws
All alone in their cribs 

H. E. Casson enjoys wandering museums, riding the last subway train, and dancing after the music stops. Their work has recently been shared by the Distāntia Reading Series, Pandemic Prose, Quatrain Fish, and right here at The Daily Drunk. They can be found at hecasson.com and as @hecasson on Twitter.