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A dark shadow glides across the burning asphalt and stops while I fly past one foot in front of the other A spider, I thought no, couldn't be too long to be one, and slow Scorpion was the next thought no, couldn't be they do not call this area home I had to stop my stride and turn sneak to where that dark blur rested A long blue streaked tail fading into lightning strikes A baby, or perhaps a toddler All I know is that it's tiny and fast. like me. It made the grueling heat on these back streets worth the suffering. Is it suffering if it is what I crave?
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Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 1:12 PM UTC
Little Skink
Crawling thing with six legs, I'll keep you in mind... Flying thing with big eyes, I ate you just in time, Now crawly-bug I eat you too, I lap my face to clean off your goo, Screams from heaven, I must hide! Yesterday my brother died... I slither into pile of leaves, I hope the screamer didn't see, Stay still, prepare and lick the air, I smell more crawlies over there... I get too cool and run for rock, To sun myself, And in my sluggish state I lie on rock...                                                                     “Ahhhh!” I'm grabbed and now I'm in the blue! The Screamer eats me and my last crawly too!
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
The Think of Skink