Alas, she was starved,
every minute, every day,
but she survived, nonetheless,
and continued her lethal journey.
Once under the sun,
she had chased out a lizard,
skinned it, ate it, poison.
She retched for a day, in sand, sand, and more sand.
After a hard-fought year,
her exhilarant journey finally came to a stop.
Not a total stop,
but she wasn’t alone anymore, for…
One day she was hiking up a sand dune,
and over it, she saw
a land dotted with huts,
a sight she’d never seen before.
She hid, for a while,
Looking around and peeking at this
lonesome village wedged in a shady valley.
She hoped she would find a friendly bunch.
As she expected, the people there were
as tough as she was,
as quick as she was,
but not as lonely as she thought.
About 80 tough travelers lived here,
children and elderly alike,
for they were so unyielding,
you couldn’t tell the difference.
She could tell they were invulnerable,
so climbed back to the dune,
and charged down the slope and
yelled in defiance.
All of them heard her and rushed to defend,
but saw she was kneeling,
holding up a dagger as an offer,
They held her up, and welcomed her.
