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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