the marshy reeds revealed you to me.
Your slow cautious crawl, belly to the ground,
one with the earth, you were not to be seen.
Thunder suddenly delivers a beastly shape.
The flying shag, snout, and claw, soaked you in fear,
transforming your cloaked stealth to a frenzied flight.
As the bellowing beast spits and growls below,
you regroup in your haven.
When snout, shag, and claw, becomes bored and distracted,
you'll be free to slink again.
Although, remain steadfast my friend,
for when the thunder rolls,
somewhere the lightning has struck
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