Whir, click, and a camera flash
Only a moment to find the right spot
A spur of a moment and a quickened dash
Is what photog needs to get the perfect shot
Over the horizon she sees it
A dangerous quest, but a beautiful view
She knows this is it, and that she can't quit
So up and away the photographer flew
And so she stumbles over rocks
Her feet pounding on the ground
But she's looking ahead, her eyes, like a hawk's
And as the sun rose, it was finally found
She raises her camera, and there's a small click
As the photog got her perfect pic