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Wird Batcher
Ashy dusk descending and the Kestrel crucifies itself against the sky. Head down. Preying.
Evening breezes bend the leaf-stripped birches as a Roe Deer's rear, lamp-bright in the undergrowth, blinks out.
Redwings dive to thorny roosts, thin needle notes pricking the wool of the darkening day.
Night begins to dull the burnished oaks and the last unseen Song Thrush's single "tick" stops the day's run-down clock.
From the night dark a Little Owl yelps just once.
Evening breezes bend the leaf-stripped birches as a Roe Deer's rear, lamp-bright in the undergrowth, blinks out.
Redwings dive to thorny roosts, thin needle notes pricking the wool of the darkening day.
Night begins to dull the burnished oaks and the last unseen Song Thrush's single "tick" stops the day's run-down clock.
From the night dark a Little Owl yelps just once.
