How slightly the mantiscope glides
Above the walls
And how adept
The pilot!
It scurries along the Carnesian pipes,
Wrapping itself
Around them.
It soars through the window
And hovers toward the trees.
The trees are alive
With strong strings
Of wind
Which slide through the leaves
And the branches
And tug on them,
Yanking them to and fro!
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