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Whispering winds upon futures foretold,
another adventure for the bird-drake behold.
Arrival at the village, covered and concealed,
the boy had to be silent, or his secret would be revealed.
Out of the torchlight, behind the wall,
The basket in hand, under the fence, he'd crawl.
His creature would squeel and squirm about,
Catching the attention of a nearby scout.
"What is that you have there boy?",
The would fall silent, expressionlessly coy,
"Just a hen for dinner" he'd reply,
To shake of suspicion with one simple lie.
The scout would shrug, nodding to the child,
Returning to his watch upon the distance wild.
The sour air and the starry skies,
And this new creature with wondrous blue eyes.
Was this his wish? A strange new pet?
Will it bring happiness? or naught but regret...

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