VIII

NOT a goodbye my sweet birds
but that season    change
o’er time
   and human need
the burrow may borrow
what little warmth
   of rabbit
but the sun sees and need
a grand love we give Her
So not a goodbye
   little    ones
a promise for future-tomorrow

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