A Traveling Warrior
I am the seed planted
nine months prior to birth
a traveling warrior
racing around her precious fertile earth
my tail propelling
sending me further in seconds
i need hurry, my target beckons
In competition with millions
all with one objective in mind
my opponents are vicious
far from kind
the warmth of the egg
my alternative to sight
sublime in my movements
there is no time for fright
Ahead by a distance
I am first in line
there it is, I sense it
by myself, i'm fine
contact at high impact
already almost through
i'm in, i won, i'm the gamete
my seed is now inside you
**Copywrite**
Jared L. Pickett.....2001
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