A word that comes defines expectancy,
An idea in underbrush, expectantly hid
In its growth like plastic shining in color
A plastic waiting to be picked up by  kid.

This plastic color came by itself into bush
And underbrush, mere word under brush
Like a bird sitting on bush expecting to fly
Its body waiting to fly in air of crouching.

Now there is a kid expected to pick up
Expecting plastic colors from underbrush.
Plastic colors are  colors of  our expecting.
Colorless plastic are not expected at all.

Expecting  stops as plastic gets picked up.
Kid has gone, bird has crouched and gone.
In comes train raising expectancy in words.
 Its bird goes up and down on phone wires
Its lights are painting shadows on  bushes,
Bushes  are expecting in  crickets creaking
But night is expecting things,not just trains.
Night is expecting other nights, other days.


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