An acrostic poem
by Michael Escoubas

Feathers painted pearl and pink
Layered deep in down
Await the raising of one stick-like leg
Mud-caked from wading in the bog.
I wonder: What in the
Nature of things
Gifted you to balance life
On one leg, tucked up and in,
So serene and nonchalant?

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