Slowly moving after a night folded up tight against you, my darling.
We slipped into the water in synchronised motion, with you leading from the front.
Lifting wings to flap upright with feet looking almost as though we are walking on water.
To shake loose feathers, dust and mites as far as possible out of sight.
Then feather preening and realigning, as, once again, pristine white,
We dine with heads dipped in water out of view.
Oh darling, this is the life for me and you.
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