movement flows
under harebell leaves
a tiny rarity
pops out at the end
of the overgrown foliage
feathers dressed in
a young fawn's fur
with the sharpest
brightest yellow beak
carried on oversized
clawed feet to easily
grasp any tedious spot
it finds in a marshy home
it pauses with a smirk
to nod an acknowledgment
of the happiness
right around the corner
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