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Wird Batcher
Twisted chestnut trees corkscrew from the dark
And rotting woodland floor, their fallen fruits bob
Like lime-green sea urchins amongst the dapple
Where sunlight slants, splashing puddles,
Pooling in patches in shadowed caves
Between the curving gnarl.
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Nuthatches, bill-filled, stripe-headed,
Head-down, hammering, squirreling a hoard on the glut,
Ramming their cache under bark-peel crevices.
The soft crescendo of a tit flock,
Carried on the leafy swirl, slowly closes, then
The raucous squawk of a Jay shock starts the slowed heart.
And rotting woodland floor, their fallen fruits bob
Like lime-green sea urchins amongst the dapple
Where sunlight slants, splashing puddles,
Pooling in patches in shadowed caves
Between the curving gnarl.
.
Nuthatches, bill-filled, stripe-headed,
Head-down, hammering, squirreling a hoard on the glut,
Ramming their cache under bark-peel crevices.
The soft crescendo of a tit flock,
Carried on the leafy swirl, slowly closes, then
The raucous squawk of a Jay shock starts the slowed heart.