Impatience
... tadpole wiggles its tail
'neath the reed's
faint ripple
itching to leap, to croak
till its lungs
puff purple.
... from up a nest chirping
a fledgling aches
to fly,
swift swallows swish by,
swooshing up
to the sky!
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