Chirruping Crickets
Foxes in the thicket
With croaking frogs
And barking dogs
Screeching bats
And yowling cats
We left the ugly city
For peaceful and pretty
Well the country life
Is nothing but strife
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...
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