An Observation

They sit and wait, to watch the sky

And scratch their backs with heavens fire.

Patiently to see a flicker

A spark

A flash of black on black

To steal away their attention.

Red bark, gold veins

Green blood, blue skin

The body is their playground

With all the delights of a garden.

Frivolous frolic

And bow to none.

Best friend, confidant,

Nature’s perfect beast

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