she twists the twine around her waist
jumps off the cliff...
the thin twine breaks.
she twirls and screams, careens
through tender sky...
"my my" she thinks
"i am about to die!"
...but what is that? a giant bat
returning home at dawn?
no--not a bat! my stars! gee whiz! that´s a pteranodon!
she lands upon his wings, and sings
"what luck of clover-four!
instead of splat upon the ground
i´m on a dinosaur!"
past rocks and trees they ride the breeze
and reach speeds meteoric
instead of suicide, a rollercoaster prehistoric
she rides, they roam, then she goes home
she bakes herself some ham
"my climbing rope snapped off today...
how fortunate i am."
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