Two old cranes /
strolled calmly down the street./
I thought it somewhat strange /
that they wandered on their feet.
They could soar on mighty wings,/
not on legs thin as rails./
But they were examining things/
close-up; exploring details.
They oozed curious serenity/
as they strolled along their way./
These two old cranes taught me plenty/
of how to approach my day.
Two old, calm cranes, enjoying life together, leisurely.
They reminded me of you: Happy Anniversary!
Cyrano Writer: Musings of a Revolutionary Romantic Poet 
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