Fable

The rabbit stops to look skywards in awe,
Believing himself camouflaged,
Blended into the background by
The damp pastel of twilight.

He is unaware his silhouette is betrayed
By the rays of the same setting sun
Which silvers the undersides of gulls wings,
Turning them to jet planes
In the shimmering dusk.

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