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A shoal of roach fast scatter at my shadow.
Mother moorhen toots as chick ducks in
and out of overhanging ivy.
A boating flower floats along intact
with shadow's faithful dancing follow,
on gravel, then over weed and back.
Across the stream two white hat coots.
One ferries straw between its beak
with earnest nodding paddled scoots.
Buddlea, dipping low some leafy locks
quenches from the summer heat
its purple pointed candled shocks.
Sudden rising pigeon claps with winged
applause.Creator takes all honour, surely.
Outside all man's walls and doors
no other makes such glory.
Copyright © Bob Kimmerling | Year Posted 2020
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