Companions

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When we first saw her
As still as the willow
She watched the bright water
Making songs o’er the stones
 
 
Then she was off, a small
Brown fletched arrow
Skimming the water
And darting away
 
 
But she returned
Patiently waiting
Til sighting more fish
Sped her rapid wings
 
 
We silently watched her
Over the stream
Our own tiny huntress
Our Alcyon Artemis
 
 
At one with the river
As we were for those days
The silent companion
Who shared our retreat
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