(Poem #209 on new numbering scheme)
"Its time now, look, that starship waits," the alligator said. "Okay, let's travel to the stars." The monkey bent his head. The friends began their arduous trip; the parsecs zoomed right by. Their boredom grew unbearable, and one began to cry. "Oh, how can we survive so long? I wish this trip would end." The two of them, disconsolate... The reptile ate his friend.
– An absurdist space opera in three quatrains using ballad meter.
[daily log: walking, 7km]