She stood on the unturned rocks
and paddled between lilies,
huffing each breath to expel
the water coming up from underneath.
Sycamore leaves piled down,
flaking like their mottled bark,
green and white, marbled
like her blue merle coat
shedding droplets down.
Cannonball-sized bodies
folded firmly in the rush,
the rapids telling stories
as she lingered in an eddy.
Boldly she dipped her head and paws
to hear the current speak,
a murmured secret carried
through, the yarning ocean's deep.
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