Eventide
Of which country, sunset-lit
Eventide, out west
All that is native to it
Moveless, soundless are.
Age'd, withered, like unto
These folk, parkland benched?
"Insofar as shows we two
For tawny frogmouth
Perched a dead branch, camouflaged!
With grump's stare, afar".
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