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The gentlest of passions

gives no warning, no storming, as

a jump from some forest creature

less agile often disturbs the aura

that hangs in the air. Such ambience,

like magic, thrives without words.

None are needed, as long as the white noise

of vital life surrounds,

and draws in the nest-seeking,

suckling swarm of creation.