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The buzzing sound of starlings, Busy at their work, Searching out the grains of grass, And insects where they lurk. The magpies chequered, stuttering, flight, Defying aviations law, As crow, like some pacing funeral guest. Goes to and fro on questing claw. Hen pheasant careless of the crowded scene, With blin kercd eyes grows plump. Her husband, dressed in bands of gold, Struts protections around his frump. Crowds of blue green miniatures Black the sky like thunder, Disturb the ruminating herd As tender flesh they plunder. The large round eyes, soulfull, still, Stare shallow in their skull, All the while unstoppable jaws Masticate and mull, Everywhere the search for food, Everywhere automatic movement, While just outside this busy circuit This biped remains quite independent. |