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A silver sun at daybreak
A fine misty drizzle settles in
The air is damp and dull of chill
And sings a wheezy rattle
Small birds are busy
Stealing moss from budding twigs
And woolly fronds from barbs
Fluttering away
to make sumptuous homes
In humble holes
An oystercatcher pair
Peacefully probing soft earth
At the shore of a silver rain-lake
Shivering drizzle trickles
down the back of my neck
As the sky breaks open
And golden lights the valley

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