Hiding in plain sight
The horny toad is a rock
The lizard a stick
The confident crow
Swift sleek and sagacious
Caws from the treetop
The ant and termite
Locked in a mortal struggle
One’s carried away
The gentle Verde
Courses the arid valley
A ribbon of life
The upright fisher
Still, stilted, and ankle-deep
Plucks a passing meal
The stream has no choice
Of channel draft or color
Granted by the land
Shun beguiling time
It depletes the mind and soul
Of everything near
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