Feathered Freedom
there,
cottage of my old, carefree childhood,
softly
awash in moist morning sunlight,
nestled
beneath swaying, shiny palm trees;
yonder,
knee-deep in flowing, verdant grass,
my black
water buffalo roams at will,
leisurely
feeds on freedom while on its back
a delicate,
white egret slow-dances,
its feathers
the mountain breeze romances!
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