From Muddy Burrows To Dirty Dens

Muddy Burrows

To Dirty Dens...

(Pics Of Lizards,

Small Burrowers

And Martin/Fisher

(Mustelidae)

Furry, Not Shelled;

Short Gestation 
Produced

Massive Broods;

Lived And Travelled

In Herd-Like Packs,

The Front of The Pack

Was Forced Over Cliffs,

And Into Homes

Of Predators;

Back Of The Pack

Made Up Of The

Injured And Sick,

Slow And Constantly

Under Attack,

But Produced

Healthy

Strong, 

In The Mud

We Lived In Hordes,

Swarms, Infestations...

Safety In Numbers

Always Under Attack

So Burrowed To Escape;

Regional Populations

Begin To Flourish,

Ever-Growing, And So

Voracious, Insatiable,

And So Kept Breaking Up

Into Smaller Communities,

Eventually Establishing

Den Communities

All Over The Planet...

Single Occupancy Dens,

We Practiced “Free Love”
We Were Omnivorous,

Tending Towards Carnivorous,

We Were Becoming Vicious,

Territorial, And Deadly,

We Could Hunt In Packs;

We Hated Being Touched

With Claws, Teeth,

Talons, And Beaks;

Litters Getting Smaller

And Smaller, While Gestation

Getting Longer And Longer,

Soon Concern For

Family Survival Will Kick In,

Until Then We Would Eat

The Runts When Prey Gets Scarce;

Invasion Of Den Community

Began At Outskirts So Survivors

Would Converge On Central Dens

Then Fight Back Of Flee Up Trees;

If Caught In Our Dens

Invaders Sit On Us

While Eating Our Families,

Used Our Bones To Pick Their Teeth...

Had To Fight To The Death,

Constantly Warring With Vicious Invaders

If We Could Not Escape Into The Forest,

If There Were No Trees Around,

We Went From Den To Lair To Cave,

Only Moving When We Figured Out
Why Our Heads Were Always Aching;

From The Water To The Mud

From The Water To The Mud to The Dirt

(Pics Of Aconstega, Turtles Lizards)

Amphibious With Lungs And Gills

We Had Elbowed Pectoral Fins

Equipped With Fingers;

We Were Asexual,

Each Of Us Spewing

Thousands Of Eggs

Maybe Even Every Day;

Our Bones Were Weak

So At First We Had To Hurry

Back To The Water

Before Our Body Weight

Crushed Our Lungs,

Passing Our Buddies’ Bodies

That Littered Beaches

All Over Earth;

Our Sight Was Blurry,

We Had No Sense Of Smell,

Our Hearing Worked Well Enough,

Eventually Helping Us Detect

Sounds Made By Predators;

We Became Sensitibve To Touch

As Our Shells Eventually

Dissipated Into Fur;

We Were Multitudinous’

Massive Packs Of Billions

We Fed Everything,

Though We Could Dig Burrows

To Escape Lions, Wolves,

Snakes, Birds Of Prey;

Many of Us Starved To Death

At The Back Of The Pack,

Eventually Scattering

Into Smaller And Smaller Groups

Around The World;

Ever-Growing,

Always Eating,

Always Hungry,

Our Muddy Little Burrows

Became Communities,

As We Grew

Our Homes Became

Dens Of Dirt...

Our Life Span 

Was Very Short...