Dinosaur War

A young boy,
Probably only
Three or four years old,
Is sprawled out
On the floor
With an army
Of plastic dinosaurs
Borrowed from the rack.
He is fully engrossed
In playing,
Oblivious to where he is,
Battling one dinosaur
Against another
In the middle of the isle
Of the department store.
It is a moment
Of pure innocence,
And I can’t help but smile,
Wondering how soon
A less than amused
Sergeant Mom
Or some store employee
Will discover what he is doing
And curtail the war.