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the swamp has mist hovering over in a cloud,
as a crow squawks from a tree loud,
the mud bubbles from depths of smaller creatures breath,
spelled by rotting larger animals in trapped death,
flying by to land on a stick pointing through the mud,
a bug holding on pretending to be a bit of crud,
a feather falls spinning as it hits the bug down,
sinking into the mud below to drown,
the crows eye turns white with a blink,
watching as the little bug begins to sink,
flying down picking it up in his beak,
the little bug so innocent and weak,
another eye opens behind the crow,
snapping it to eat was a crocodile hiding as the bug already was to know,
as the bug crawls out of the dead birds mouth around,
with the crocodile swallowing the bird making a crunching sound,
the bug sitting on the crocodiles head, being the weaker but having a bigger friend instead.