Dressed as a sharp beaked harlequin,
She springs from a bough
A deadly dart piercing river air
Sure as a javelin
Faster than lightening
She is the silent skewer of fish
She is glamorous as a courtesan
Even in stormy weather
She is winged danger
Feather-light, vivacious
A flashing rainbow
Into still water, stabbing
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