Skipping, hopping, feet three-stroke flopping. Tail guiding, hands reaching, eyes darting – never stopping.
Deftly left, back right again, charge on my little friend!
Day is not safe, but you cannot cross at night; so this journey you must make, regardless of its plight.
Shall it be life or death? The bird of prey watches, daily you two dance, as to the air he launches.
Run faster from bubble to bubble, overhead is feathered trouble!
A quick burst of energy will bring you to shore, and you shall be basilisk for at least one day more.
Just a bit too late, to make it across, Jesus Christ Lizard – your life is now lost!
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I’m doing the 2013 Blogging from A to Z Challenge! Pop back everyday but Sunday through the month of April for a new letter prompt to spawn my deranged ramblings! ;}