For hours he watches
It slip up the tracks. He plucks
It at last and runs.
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For hours he watches
It slip up the tracks. He plucks
It at last and runs.
Like A Feather... 
🙂
Perfect drop of light.
A typical haiku in all its aspects.
Dear P,
🙂