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Curlew calls
Curlews no more
stalk the estuary
winter gone.
I hear but one cuckoo
and summer is here,
When I hear him no more
summer will fade again,
autumn slipping silent by,
blackbirds heralding
shortening days as
crows assembling in pines
sing a raucous roundelay
to rutting stags and
waiting doe as foxes
seek rabbits in untidy
honeysuckle hedges
bright with berries and
black with bramble beneath
crabs and thorny sloe.
Yellow tinges in the leaves
as ash and aspen moult,
while oaks stand green
until November gales discard
orange leaves and red,
Acorns fall and squirrels
stock their larders
as curlews call.
stalk the estuary
winter gone.
I hear but one cuckoo
and summer is here,
When I hear him no more
summer will fade again,
autumn slipping silent by,
blackbirds heralding
shortening days as
crows assembling in pines
sing a raucous roundelay
to rutting stags and
waiting doe as foxes
seek rabbits in untidy
honeysuckle hedges
bright with berries and
black with bramble beneath
crabs and thorny sloe.
Yellow tinges in the leaves
as ash and aspen moult,
while oaks stand green
until November gales discard
orange leaves and red,
Acorns fall and squirrels
stock their larders
as curlews call.
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