The larks like thunder
And heron slow as if it might be caught
The flopping crows on weary wings go by
And grey beard jackdaws noising as they fly
The crowds of starnels whizz and hurry by
And darken like a clod the evening sky
The larks like thunder rise and suthy round
Then drop and nestle in the stubble ground
The wild swan hurries height and noises loud
With white neck peering to the evening cloud
The weary rooks to distant woods are gone
With lengths of tail the magpie winnows on
To neighbouring tree, and leaves the distant crow
While small birds nestle in the edge below.
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