Author's Note: This was inspired by that scene in the 1999 series where Killua and some of the others watched the drinking bird while locked up in Trick Tower.
In chambers locked within the clock's dictates,
Four allied youths lay waiting for release.
The path beyond, it promised direr straits
In contrast to this paradise of peace.
The youngest boy then found himself ensnared
For fiery fowl had perched above his cup.
She dipped and drank without once feeling scared
Of what her beak might snare on the way up.
With orbs of blue, the silverette observed
Each thirsty downward motion of her bill:
The wat'ry depths had nothing to her verve,
Nor drowning fears could rob her of her fill.
In time, his friends laid all their games aside
To join his contemplation of the tide.
