[I peered into the petal clutch]

I peered into the petal clutch
and saw a cub, an old man’s eye
a baby too, it seemed too much
and then a tree, before I heard
the plantive chirping of a bird
who told me I must never touch
the flower, but must only spy
so down into the petal clutch
peered I

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