delirious
the swallows
hadron colliders
skim the somber surface
darting this way and that
snapping up insects
oblivious to human presence
brushing clothes with their twitchy tails
serene
the grebes
promenaders
glide calmly across the pock-marked lake
leaving no ripples
diving deep to search for titbits
coming up for air
gulping down their silver treasure
steadfast
the bullrushes
witnesses
sway in the stiff breeze
whispering in hushed voices
keeping the secrets of the silent water
vigilant
the watcher
keeps a stony eye on the boathouse
penetrating the stillness
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