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).

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