by
Shayna
he lizard creeps along the hot, desert sand,Searching for his next meal The scorching heat cannot burn his hands An insect would be a great deal Hidden in the shadow of a jagged rock, An unsuspecting beetle was napping That poor thing was in for a big shock The lizards' jaws snapped shut, the bug did no more flapping.
The End
Story by: Shayna, age 11
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