walls of rocks in front of me
behind shadow, small creek
cold as calming sea, clear
snails litter bottom, plenty
ready picking for farm lunch
gather few veggies; garnish
i saw a fowl bending for drink
looks me as if am hungry fox
i'm motionless not even a blink
admiring colorful feathers' keep
i have to let go that's lovely pet
i have my excitements; let live
(050811)
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