Just along the blurred border,
between looming, lachrymose clouds
and the miserable murk below,
pterodactyls swoop uneasily
in their unstoppable exodus
from the intolerable conditions.
Through the narrow window, between fire and ice,
they seek to escape the sudden perfidy
of a planet in turmoil.
Somewhere, over turbulent sea
and mist-shrouded mountain peak
they seek sanctuary -
somewhere they can recognise as home.
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