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In the probing rays of the sun I sit by the river,
Watching. waiting for nothing in particular.
Cool and clear the water dances
To the subtle rythm of silence.
The boom of the wind on the hillside
Is the heartbeat of my imagination.

The Rowan trees sway,
A Chat finch sweetens the air with song
And a Woodpecker announces his arrival.
There in the high branches
A squirel contemplates the leafy halls of his residence
And in the tearful shade of a willow I wait.

The water pauses, the river bank holds it's breath.
And there and again there a flash,
Between earth and rock, of a sleeky black gown.
With an elegance unrivalled the otter parts the water,
Grins and is gone, swallowed by water and secrecy.
The wind booms still, the water dances, the waiting is over.

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