A water vole leaps like an Olympic swimmer.
Headfirst, no concerns about the churchlike silence.
It's an unbroken prayer; each stroke mirrors,
Following another with timely ambivalence.
Any sudden silence, broken, dives deep-
Below the slick surface, and isn't seen again.
Except for a small discrete air bubble.
A surreptitious, whisper murmuring-amen.
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