X Strikes Again

Like Thrown Stones

You should see these birds
zoom by like thrown stones,
fearlessly among the columns
of the temple of the walking,
make a quick stop
to address recently-bloomed morning glories,
chirp stridently as if enthused,
and once again become blurry feathery-gray bullets
heading towards the heart of a tree,
and sink like a bunch of frogs
in a slimy-green lotus pond,
and concealed deep in its arms,
hide like thieves with booty.
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