Orenda

Wild rabbits tread steadfast,

hold them loosely,

and only they will last.

Backlit mother glows heavenly,

as I write.

He knows when to sleep,

doesn't know why I only might.

Feathers nary fall in heaps,

a watched pot.

A new spot!

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