A Hundred Poems Viii
NOT a goodbye my sweet birds
but that season change
o'er time
and human need
the burrow may borrow
what little warmth
of rabbit
but the sun sees and need
a grand love -- we give Her
So not a goodbye
little ones
a promise for future-tomorrow
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