Every June she comes around

A prehistoric beast;

To lay her eggs beneath the sand

In hopes her kind’s increased.

The countenance of dinosaurs

She moves with glacial speed;

And lives within a home she wears

To shelter she will cede.

She’s here to lay a nest of eggs

And most will not mature

Breakfast for both crows and ‘coons

The protein their allure.

It’ll take some twenty years

For hatchlings to mature;

To breed and propagate their genes

Survival to assure.

She could live a hundred years

The top of her food chain;

Safe within her reptile world

She’ll rule her own domain.

Every year I meet her here

Same time, same berth she’s graced;

Her lineage linked to long before

A man on earth was placed