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A red wasp hovers
uneasily as it homes in,
its small shadow cracked
and shattered by a thousand leaflets. Nearby,
a bird turned out not to be one
but three leaves sideways making a thrush shape
The wasp is precise and performs the acts
of its kind as a perfect specimen.
I could mention its name, but that has no bearing.
This is about the question for which
a word on a pin is the answer
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