Discoverer Discovered
Should a biologist be lost
in untracked wilderness, the cost
might be more palatable when
she found a beast that other men
and women hadn’t seen before:
she’d get the credit, and what’s more,
it would be named for her as well,
should she record her findings. Swell
as documenting her great find
in journals she would leave behind,
posterity could also learn
another feature that, in turn,
she mightn’t think the creature’s worst,
considering she’d met it first—
had any notes so ably writ
been found; they’d been consumed by it.
The pages must’ve tasted great,
were they all that the creature ate,
but after her, they were dessert.
Hope getting eaten didn’t hurt.
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Love this one! Your art was very captivating also 😃
I thank you, my dear one! I had fun fiddling with this one…for quite a long time, as it turned out…. 😉
So do I! The pleasure of being eaten is one most of us would glad,y forego.
No kidding! But I had a good time imagining my fictional scientist’s surprise and dreadful misfortune all the same; I hope I’m merely imaginative, not mean-spirited. 😉
I love your new beastie!
Thank you kindly! I think he has feline inclinations, but he’s clearly a distinctive guy who doesn’t fit neatly into any more specific realities. Thankfully. 😀
I love your humor here😀
The sacrifices we must sometimes make for that fame…uh!
You said it! No wonder I prefer keeping out of the spotlight. 😉
I wasn’t sure if I should shed a tear or laugh! I’m settling for a grin! Hahaha. Have a wonderful day! 🙂
Given that this is about the moral equivalent of a piano falling out of a skyscraper window onto Wile E. Coyote, I don’t think you’ll offend Dr. Deadsky in the least. She probably reappeared in a later episode, just—if you’ll pardon the expression—pooped from the adventure. 😉
Bahaha! 😉