One looks like a dolphin cresting
One looks like a rabbit resting
One looks like a ring-necked quail
Running across dear life some trail
Now they're whispering together
Their secrets for survival
And think I cannot hear them
The dolphin listening while
The other two compare
The differences of earth and air
No idea they're just stones
I've carefully placed on my table
It was their tenderness when I held them
That made me take them home
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