I slipped along the route it ran
and after a more careful scan
I ran it through a database.
It bore resemblance to a race
of birds called 'ravens' when we cared.
"I know you're up there running scared."
I twitched at the projected thought.
"Look out! Above you there's a grot!"
A rav'nous ring, now hurtling, spun
from where it hid against the sun.
It spun around, let loose a roar
like grinding steel that shook my core.
I dove toward the rusting spires.
It chased me through their drooping wires.
I got a couple turns ahead
flying low above a bed
of hybrid fungal undergrowth
formed of cells and nanoids both.
Back! The bird I'd watched before
called "Follow me!" and off it tore.Should I trust this little guy, Or take my chances in the sky?