My Velociraptor Thinks She’s a Cat
My velociraptor thinks she’s a cat:
Tickle her chin—she purrs like a tractor,
Wedged in a box, even though she’s too fat,
Flossie, the sassy velociraptor.
In the long grass, sneaks up on my brother,
She flexes her claws and pounces at speed,
Curls up in the sun, on my bedcover,
Sits on my book when I’m trying to read.
True, my gallimimus thinks he’s a dog:
He barks and follows his nose to find us,
He chases his tail and fetches a log,
Silas, the galumphing gallimimus.
He’s no match for that marvellous actor,
Flossie—the charming velociraptor.
Tickle her chin—she purrs like a tractor,
Wedged in a box, even though she’s too fat,
Flossie, the sassy velociraptor.
In the long grass, sneaks up on my brother,
She flexes her claws and pounces at speed,
Curls up in the sun, on my bedcover,
Sits on my book when I’m trying to read.
True, my gallimimus thinks he’s a dog:
He barks and follows his nose to find us,
He chases his tail and fetches a log,
Silas, the galumphing gallimimus.
He’s no match for that marvellous actor,
Flossie—the charming velociraptor.
This poem is copyright (©) Rebecca Rouillard 2025
About the Writer
Rebecca Rouillard
Rebecca Rouillard’s writing has appeared in various online and print anthologies, including Watermarks: Writing by Lido Lovers and Wild Swimmers (The Frogmore Press, 2017), Dragons of the Prime: An Anthology of Poems about Dinosaurs (The Emma Press, 2019), 100 Voices (Unbound, 2022), Night-Time Stories (The Emma Press, 2022), and she was the winner of the 2017 Mslexia Novel Competition. She is the 11+ panel chair for the Spark! School Book Awards and works as a school librarian in South-West London.
