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Collectors
 



Even when the cows are gone,
still dainty egrets flock,
disturbed now by the gardener,
collecting dung of stock.

They rise in clouds and, reeling, scream
alarmed avian cries.
The gardener pays full salute
to swarms of rising flies.

Black cows return post milking,
our poo collector leaves,
egrets settle back again;
dung beetle rolls and heaves.

By cherryk

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