Although we stare until our eyes go fuzzy
nothing stirs, no whisker, not a nostril.
The pond has want of life but we live hopeful:
the fringing sedge is dense, the water scuzzy
and these impediments can well excuse the
absence of movement. At least we have a photo,
a snap displaying capybara profiles,
unmistakable if somewhat muzzy.
A quarter hour ago the pair revealed
their forms in a dash between pools but now they’re sleepers
sunk in a swamp. Take note: Ellisian Fields
are wild and tangled places - if you’ve failed
to glimpse a twitch of life look closer, deeper.
You never know what treasures that might yield.
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