Dark bird this morning
Nibbling on the bud
Of the new red hibiscus
And when I went later on
To take a look I found
A world of pale white
Opalescent creatures
Had penetrated
The curved-together
Still-unopened petals
Now I was caught for sure
Between the thriving creatures
The small bird feasted on
And the lost beauty of the flower
I still might save
And still might open
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