Wednesday, 20 August 2008

Dawn Chorus

The small boat cleaves through the dawn light,

And wakes the water with a working air,

An aerial entourage cries on the wing,

‘ Wait for me I’m coming too,

We are all following you,’

These plaintive appeals made and heard,

Renew an ancient bond between boat and bird,

And defeat the last remnant of the night.

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