Sighting

Tuc tuc tuc tuc tuc,
me tiptoe betwixt trees
over magic moss carpet
and under big blanket
made from star and sky.
With beady eye I searching.
Me is seeking out
shiny black beetle.
Sharp jab of beak,
store in pockets…
shhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Me freeze in my tracks,
see you standing
in shadows. You catch
tiny glimpse from corner of eye;
flicker of wing’s edge and
I gone, sink back
into folds of night.

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