A summer day, a green and silent spot, amid bush blanket hills,
A small and silent dell over a place so calm, so still
Summer at its peak, away, free from chide and rebuke
Teachers rave and rant in suffocating mossy room in school
The frequent call 'You the icon of lazy fool'
Some singing sky-larks as usually ever poised in sacking fig boughs
The desert air was fresh; the hills were heathy, wind dusk was a soothe
Which hath a gay and gorgeous covering on flock of guest goose All golden blooming wheat field with the never-bloomless gorseI sat there is complete calm envigorating solitude
And later, a brown back bird came behind the cactus bush down the walk
It did not know; it did not notice that being there I saw;
As it bit a within itself tangled worm, in two unbalanced halves And ate the whirling fellow, a full beak raw.
As the desert wind cough and chafed some grains and chaffs
And then it drew closer and drank a hidden drop of dew
From a convenient lush grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the cactus bush with flowers of vermillion hue
And strangely examined with slanted look a busy beetle pass.
Pert and nimble was the brown back bird under summer sun shade
Then it noticed me sitting so close
It glanced with rapid eyes on the dry moss
The surprized eyes hurried all abroad,
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
It stirred its velvet feathers as if to tell me what was in its head
I wondered the feeling of how that would be
Like that bird so fresh, active and free
That can fly over mountains and floating clouds
without human constraints and burdening doubts
An like one in danger; cautious, I offered him a crumb,
That move my little fellow did not like
With two wings opened swiftly it took off to the bright sky
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