What a delight it is
To sit at water's edge
Watching the gracious
Water fowl.
A stork here patient
Stretches its neck
Long beak in a flash
Strikes a fish.
Some ducks over there
Gliding on water like angels
Paddling their webbed feet
Great delight.
Morning or evening
Makes no difference
Elegance wanders
What a delight.
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