Google has gone down again
so here I am, your scaly friend
to pace across this boundless plain
left to right without refrain.
On tiny legs, I clear a jump
over every cactus stump
and then with one triumphant roar
bring about a new high score.
At least until I crash down hard
on digi-spikes that leave me scarred
then I’m back to starting white
until the internet is right.
Making Tracks with T-Rex is a piece written for the 2020 President’s Competition (Poetry Category).
Huddersfield Authors Circle 
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