
swooping from the sky,
the crane floated onto the splintered wooden rail,
his beady eye kindly nodding my direction. “Peace to you, best wishes, and happiness,” his long, curved neck silently chortled. With graceful ease he brushed his beak by his feet and resumed his debonair posture. I gazed at his beauty, his seeming wisdom, and praised my Creator for such a bird to admire.
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