When the rules cease,
when the stars
drop quietly
out of the heavens,
no fanfare,
like a perfectly placed twig in
her nest, unseen….
As an egret
slips her bill in,
gently separating
the waters.
As an owl
swivels it's head
around space,
a lone geometry
'Tis when the magic begins.
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