Concealed Gift.
Not as a caged bird, wings flapping
Are my two lances of action
Straight-jacketed in careless concealment,
Camouflage suits us just fine!
Such as that moment when knife cuts the umbilical,
Your first Yarrow reflection bellows loud and clear as an ox.
Fishing twice, thrice -- your nets cast the water for shells out of reach.
These aftershots are engravings tiny as the first roots of germinating seeds,
Hardly worthy of an ox.
Enjoy this happy coincidence.