Cranes
At the city’s docks
live the mechanical cranes -
that slowly move – graceful, calm.
The containers they carry
in their clamped “beaks”
resembling worms.
Tall and high – beautiful,
you see them standing – watchful
on the horizon,
their greyness melding with the blue of night.
While at the city’s park
live the avian cranes
that quietly stalk through the reeds,
blue-grey feathered heads cocked
as they watch – waiting,
legs long and thin – wading exotic.
At sunset, they launch into the sky,
gentle wings flapping
as they head towards sea -
towards their mechanical counterparts.
live the mechanical cranes -
that slowly move – graceful, calm.
The containers they carry
in their clamped “beaks”
resembling worms.
Tall and high – beautiful,
you see them standing – watchful
on the horizon,
their greyness melding with the blue of night.
While at the city’s park
live the avian cranes
that quietly stalk through the reeds,
blue-grey feathered heads cocked
as they watch – waiting,
legs long and thin – wading exotic.
At sunset, they launch into the sky,
gentle wings flapping
as they head towards sea -
towards their mechanical counterparts.
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