Up on the high precipice,
Staggering like a lonely stalk
Gathering fear en mass,
Shivering like a fragile frail
Holding to a stout bark
Deliberating over a toss,
Which way to slip,
This or that,
Left or right,
Deep down beneath,
There exposes a dense vegetation,
There breeds a multitude of species,
That poses a peril all around,
A whimper sorts up,
A cry dies down,
The scare discourages,
The urgency compels,
Up I go ,
Down I fall,
Into the deep debris.
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