Picture: Sleeping Sheperd by François Boucher
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Ogg Nittel was his name.
He had no pride, fear, or shame.
A fairy, some would say
Whispering by the firelight;
A gnome, they would play
And sing in the dim blue night.
Yet,
As soon as someone grasped his name
He would vanish down the drain,
Along with ifs, whens, and sos,
And other wordy rococos.
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Ogg Nittel was his name,
He sought no coin, lure, or fame.
“Where is that old baboon?!”
Wise men and women, soon,
Learned the trick and would not say
A single word to make him stay.
They would just sit or walk in awe,
Knowing the secret
Of letting go.
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Herons