Hidden discreetly behind a protruding bush with exuberant leaves that elegantly touched the ground.
It stood with focus, poise and posture of none other. Eyes fixed upon an object in the distance, though none who watched could make out what it might have been.
Never blinking, twitching its wing,
behind stuck out,
with head held high as a Queen at an inaugural dinner.
Such dignity, such an aura. I thought, as I began to trail away on to the next site.
And as distinguished as it stood, its head moved, glancing in my direction, and for the life of me, I could have sworn I saw it wink.
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