Layers of verdant curling Reed's around its neck
With its eyes like specs of moss ridden coal
Dancing around and with the blooms of daisy and clover
It's head of onion sways to one side cottonless as it leaves a speck
A distraction as its hiding under the bushes safe from everything in the wellhole
Slowly crying away as its an onion never to bloom or leave its cover
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