Winter in Durnover Field

 Scene.
--A wide stretch of fallow ground recently sown with wheat, and 
frozen to iron hardness.
 Three large birds walking about thereon, 
and wistfully eyeing the surface.
 Wind keen from north-east: sky a 
dull grey.
 

(Triolet) 

Rook.
--Throughout the field I find no grain; 
 The cruel frost encrusts the cornland! 
Starling.
--Aye: patient pecking now is vain 
 Throughout the field, I find .
 .
 .
 
Rook.
--No grain! 
Pigeon.
--Nor will be, comrade, till it rain, 
 Or genial thawings loose the lorn land 
 Throughout the field.
 
Rook.
--I find no grain: 
 The cruel frost encrusts the cornland!

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