little white

the great egred

sweeps the hiding hay,

thin strips of it’s feet,

webbed in splattering

mud. sunken ground,

beneath it’s crossing

as grasshoppers, line

the footless path;

ants are nesting amongst

others; no larger

in life.

 

 

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