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Jul 2017
The darter sits spread-winged
on an over-hanging branch
fresh from a submarine hunt
drying itself in the tepid autumn sun

Avoca Lake is cloudy brown
after recent rains but the darter uses its
sharp, sensitive bill to spear
its underwater prey

Travelling through my own murky waters
I envy the darter’s skill as it rests in
solitary warmth.
Written by
Chris Castellari  68/M/Australia
(68/M/Australia)   
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