The Swimmer

by joetwo

Walking by the water
Lapping gently
Glistening with red evening’s light
Calm except for a bobbing on the surface
Made by a creature, a rat
Swimming with fluid grace
Almost at one with the water
Emerging with a flick of tail
It goes about its business
I continue along my way
Turning back to see it cross again
As if the water itself was in motion
The placid depths alive

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