She never walks on the inviting lonely bare dusty earth
All she does is hop and hop on
Maybe she is afraid of land seen death
Or maybe of the disciplined tennis lawn.
Perhaps, she fought with the soil
Or vowed never to crawl
For the dread of
Sole kissing thorns.- - -
Birds never
Walks!
Though
Bigger ones
Does. But those
Little and crawling folks
Tends to afflict the earth
Or afraid if the stance earth
Will afflict them. But life gives you,
If you are not so afraid to loose.
Go tell her to walk and not hop any more.
Else, I will invade her pouch like a bewitched moor.
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