floating turtle on its claw
lake full from melted snow
crow perch atop a pine tree
warning walkers to stay away
but wind blows, rustling leaves
nobody heard, uncaring heads
deer jump from beneath bush
frightened from intruder's pose
just looking for ball went awry
a slice, a hook, fade maybe
she looks back saying thanks
wiggles her tail; walk to dark
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