longlegged bird stabbing
surface of resceding lake
her legs are like stick stilt
she moves the agility of cat
so fast i didn't saw the catch
she raise her head & swallow
never i miss her in the morning
with that cotton white; speeding
always trying to catch something
she must be use to my appearance
she's close i could throw her my pen
i rather not she won't do it again
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