#WritcoPoemPrompt62
A quiet deep swimming pool,
Bats sweeping down like a steel-scythe,
To drink blue water on the pool,
Dash! calm and still afresh to writhe,
oh it's wet but still
in this grill
but I air the wings out
As I fly to that branch
it's like ranch
porin on that chicken
and fish
dressing got bats flapping
an touch in down
on top the water
owning the pool of the night
turning to day time
Then back to people
walk in to what?
Oh you know
the night walks into
what is now day
running
but I see you
but knocked the vase over
and fly out the window
leaving a crash over on my
table and flowers lay in out the water

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