That little
Sparrow
Hops cautiously
Through grass-
(Blade-to-blade)
And pecks-
(Determined)
At the
Dirt
Beneath his
Crooked
Feet,
Until
A
(Worthwhile)
Worm is
Plucked
From it's
Hiding space.
This has
Shown me
How to search
For poetry.
Lazarus Knix
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