Out of the moon
came a minnow misguided
minutiae distinct as a
creviced crustacean 
from the pond
jumped the sunlight
bristling boldly
as the frog
watched alone
his tongue reaching
for flies
nature, so sweet –
a droplet – she cried
(an unusual kind
of intel design)
throughout – from
the window
the night scripted
as the pillow deflated
by sweethearts
caught sharing
a whistle blows –
disturbance unwanted
shut down by a kiss
singing sonnets
in silence
in the backyard
the frog munched
on a worm
nature nurtures
as he lies awake yawning
goodnight – lay me down
see you all
in the morning

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