A Small Mammal Named Graham.

Morning, Noon and Night

Trial and Error

Years of Evolution

Produced a single little creature

A small mammal named Graham.

In the grove he knew as home

he slumbered nigh on endlessly

content to live in a land of dreams

all too prophetic to his future.

This mammals father

a great hulking king of the woods

wished for equal status for his son

A world of strength upon the snowy ice.

But alas the little child could not

for his body was slight

and his eyes bound skyward

looking to the stars even during the day.

And so the day came

that the grove was no longer his home

and so this poor little mammal

had to fight his way to the watering hole.

Unlike the other beasts

who boasted and displayed

Slight Graham was pushed aside

found to be the runt of the litter.

His sister was ashamed

to see such an awkward creature

She was like her father

a veritable queen of the beasts.

But as much as our protagonist

did weep at loneliness

he did not spend his days

in self-depricating agony.

Around the watering hole he wandered

and grew in mind, if not in body

A being of wit and wonder he became

though not well with the other animals.

And such growth took the time of years

and soon a pond was not enough

Away the pack split

to find a flowing brook.

So free was Graham

now leaving to find a new group

of fellow mammals

with his new evolved self

But alas, it was not to be

for while Grahams mind has grown

His bestial limbs were not accustom

to the social rigours of the pack.

And once again, he was the runt

But not alone

for other runts had come

and so Graham grew to be a social beast.

Awkward years did pass

with misinterpreted mating calls

and harrowing dangerous

and looming predators.

Until at last,

A roaring tributary was needed

to water such enormous beasts

and again, Graham schemed.

Now a creature of proud display

and wisdom to boot

He arrived with skills and arts

waiting to be honed and to be humbled.

And again, without surprise,

he was trod upon.

Lost in a stampede

of bigger better beasts.

But now, with intellect sharpened,

Graham made a pack of his own

of the swift and steady.

Of animals with integrity.

Years past again,

with more monuments moments.

The herd was culled

An ice age occurred.

Graham learned

From the far corners of the earth

To the home grove itself

A lesson from every which place.

When at last

to the ocean he decided to venture

Graham was a fully mature beast

(though still rather slight)

Through woods and trees he will sprint

and cliffs will be found

and pitfalls and hard times

almost to the point of despair.

But every experience will be another

stepping stone of the great evolutionary path

As all the world will soon discover the niche

For a small mammal named Graham.