February 23, 2020

A NATURE'S TRIPS.PART 19B

pecking the leaves daintily,flit they from startled night.Now doth he slumber in the improvised summerhouse,in the wild,with the moonbeam parting rays,sinking behind hills lonely spray carols by lovely Whippowil,over yonder wood crowned hill its curtain twillight drops,softly over fields to hear Whippowil sing.His song bed veiled dusky with music throbs and thrills adorns the nightways with warm and musky,over meadows fluting cry ghostly grim startling,charmed out of twilight esoteric dim,solemn laybirds,lay lonesome in joyless ni
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