i sit up throwing pebbles
watching ripples of stream
then it heals by itself, nice
to show my fading pants
there are tiny creatures
yes, swimming upstream
those tiny eyes look up too
disappearing beneath lilies
trap by vine dipping its roots
long legged bird scanning
surface with ready beak
and i'm quietly wathing
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