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I leap from rock to rock
Back arched
Feet in blurred motion,
Minds of their own
Weight carrying me forward,
Mind calculating, correcting
Eyes searching
So fast it is blinding
Instinct,
Easy.
I just do it and end up on high
On top of another rock
Looking back
Out of breath
Soaring on winged feet
Most like a wolf spider
Most beautiful.