Shortlisted
The Fathers of the Oviraptor
Holy Family Canossian College, Leung Tsoi Man, Allison, Poetry: Group 3
Gaiting on this squirming land
In grimy boots on shifting sand,
Burning red faces and greasy ears,
They know no fears—let alone tears.
Golden eagles are flying in the wild blue yonder,
Peeking at them like secret spies in ponder.
Camels say in their furry sweater,
How spunky, so spunky they are!
A rare snow leopard is strolling around
Admiring them without a sound.
Men continue with their brawny legs,
To scramble for bistre dinosaur eggs.
The desert may tan them with the scorching sun
And leave behind some traces of dun,
The desert may burn them with fiery flame
In this lengthy tough hunter game,
The desert may freeze them with frosty snow
And glaciate them before they know.
They trudge through the vast desert
Wearing stinky sweaty t-shirts.
These red flaming cliffy places
Are the colours of their faces.
Gripping the precious eggs prudently,
They grin at them victoriously.
Grabbing their hefty full backpacks,
‘Who cares if our skin has turned black?’
