Day 24
She was cold-blooded.
She was a bone puzzle, put together wrong.
She posed the thorniest problem for would-be predators.
She was warm-blooded, with an arsenal of razor teeth.
She was better designed to move swiftly and easily.
She won mastery in the theatre of your air and water.
She was a low-slung, tank-like bruiser that could not be overturned.
She was a knot of nerves and could not bear weight.
Her mistrust was deep and beaked, with a flat crest thrust back above the neck.
She waved her spiked tail like a living mace.
She cast you adrift on a separate continent.
She was a devil, full of mischief, lodging fossils in the rocks,
Just to bewilder mankind.
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