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The Fieldfare
Lonely on a crab tree top
speckled breast and grey-blue head,
against the melting snow.
Have you lost your way. . . .?
You are welcome to round red fruits
and pears I threw from the bedroom window.
Where are your friends? out in the fields?
Why not tell them of your luck. . .
sultanas on the lawn at eight
just as the sun was rising,
yew and ivy through frosty nights,
a bath to bathe or drink?
When you return to northern lands
tell your mates and families
there's a welcome waiting here
no matter what the weather.
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