The beaver whacks the water
loons call across the lake
a shooting star lights up the sky
the beaver thwacks a welcome
loons send their eerie greetings
a shooting star flashes its cosmic hello
the beaver slaps loudly and rudely
loons communicate the same
a shooting star weeps luminous tears
the kingfisher is shrieking, too
a spectral great blue flies by
I understand.
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