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Wird Batcher
The fallen fence of shadow stripes
Lies flattened across the trail
The arched brow of a rainbow
Above the black-eyed sky
A crowd of ghost-like birches
Overstep the brambles
Then the tiny 'zi' of a Willow Tit
Falls like ice on the wind.
Silent, past the Treecreeper, whispering
From the trunk, then one more 'zi'
And the melted ice is gone.
Lies flattened across the trail
The arched brow of a rainbow
Above the black-eyed sky
A crowd of ghost-like birches
Overstep the brambles
Then the tiny 'zi' of a Willow Tit
Falls like ice on the wind.
Silent, past the Treecreeper, whispering
From the trunk, then one more 'zi'
And the melted ice is gone.