The Silent, Violent Predator

A T-Rex roamed when hunger did bite,
Through primordial lands all through the night.
No pack to drag her, no lover to bind,
Just wailings of the dead far behind.

She stalked through thorns and beautiful green,
Past cunning traps and holes unseen.
No man-made rules, no gentle pause—
She lived as the truth in nature’s laws.

The grass whispered in jungle breath,
At haunted places of life and death.
Roots twisted with thick disguise,
But still, she remained primally wise.

No roars of threat, no requests for peace,
No need for pack, no kills to cease.
No myths of hope, no lull, no den—
She moved in calm, with silent zen.

When darkness fell and the time was right,
She bit out of nowhere—no sound, no sight.
No manly brawn, no cutie sex—
Just death from the Silent, Violent Apex.

Photo by Stephen Leonardi

The above poem, written by the author, captures the essence of a T-Rex and its unflinching instinct to survive in a wild and unforgiving habitat. For a deep dive into the meaning and symbolism behind these verses, read our blog post: A T-Rex’s Primal Instinct: A Poem of Survival.