Birds at Winter Nightfall
Around the house the flakes fly faster,And all the berries now are goneFrom holly and cotoneasterAround the house. The flakes fly!—fasterShutting indoors that crumb-outcasterWe used to see upon the lawnAround the house. The flakes fly faster,And all the berries now are gone!
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