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THE FIRST OF SPRING,
THE WATERS WARM,
THE WATER FLIES EMERGE.
THE SPARROWS BY THE NUMBERS WAITED,
NOW THEY FEAST AND GORGE.
SWIRLING, DIVING,
HIGH AND LOW,
THE FEEDING FRENZY LASTS.
THE SPARROWS SKIM THE SURFACE,
AND CATCH THEIR NEW HATCHED PREY..
THAN FLIT AWAY TO OTHERS,
ANOTHER MEAL THIS WAY.
ON AND ON,
THIS DANCE PLAYS ON,
LIFE AND DEATH AND LIFE.
THE SPARROWS WATER DANCE COMPLETE,
THE SUN NOW FADES AWAY,
THEY WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW,
TO FEAST AND DANCE AGAIN.
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THE WATER SPARROWS DANCE
THE WATER SPARROWS DANCE