Prodigious Ostracod – a poem by Kate Rauner

Prodigious Ostracod

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When you’re a little shrimp
Life’s an endless danger;
Today or untold years ago,
You really mustn’t linger.
Little bitsy ostracods
Buried as they mated
Preserving sperm that are quite odd;
Longer than their creators.
Defeated by a clump of dirt,
Perhaps by some bats’ poo,
Your children may have never swum
Eternal now are you.
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