DAWNBy Gordon BottomleyA THRUSH is tapping a stoneWith a snail-shell in its beak;A small bird hangs from a cherryUntil the stern shall break.

No waking song has begun,And yet birds chatter and hurryAnd throng in the elm’s gloomBecause an owl goes home.

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