Of the dangers of the desert
One of, am I
You won’t see me coming
I move soft as a sigh
The sky grows dark
With a coming storm
You fear and you hide
Finding a small cave, you crawl inside
My sandstorm sister
Creeps into every place
She fills in your hiding spot
And covers your face
Don’t despair!
You’ll still get air
From gaps in the rock
Strategically placed
As you struggle to breathe
Surrounded by grains of sand
I’ll move in closer
I think I’ll start with your hand
I’ll chew thoughtfully
As you squirm and scream
Injecting you with my venom
To put you into a dream
It keeps you alive
Not moving
Easier to eat
I am the mighty sand worm
I think I’ll move down to your feet
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