scratching their heads and hairy armpits.
So like them it was,
well, sort of
but ever so puny, while more or less rosepink.
Maybe the rich grasses and coconuts
had a kind of blessing to grant him;
nightshade and garlic somehow able
to shield him from the big cats’
grow into, from this pipsqueak. But something
or other was in the balmy air.
not the merest monosyllable,
but alien shaggy spines
were kind of tingling there, like electricity.
didn’t want to attack this new thing
of unattractive flesh.
Perhaps you could feel
it was filled with
what they would come to call a magic spell,
harsh millennia later on.