Llama drinking

Bending to the water,
two graceful curves meet.
She drinks in her reflection,
but with the first touch,
the lightest kiss,
her image has vanished.

I was driving past my neighbours place recently just as one of her llamas (the one called Devil) was leaning in to the dam to drink. It was a still, sunny day and the water was mirror-smooth. I wish I’d gotten a photo – with careful cropping there would have been no way to tell which was Devil and which her reflection. It reminded me of the myth of narcissus – I wouldn’t put it past llamas to be so self-adoring, given how belligerent they are.   

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