On the cusp of chilly dawn
The sky is a delight
Pink and crimson edges
To tall ship clouds
Frost-light glimmering
From dark stone walls
And rising rosy
from the shivering fields
The watcher watches
Electrifies the air
Flying low
Raising flocks
Of chuckling fieldfares
Undulating, insinuating
Alert, aware
And always one step ahead
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