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The Thrush promised light 

In musical clasp

Of mornings begun

With still hidden sun

A song of the fast

In unharrowed flight.

But it rang old 

And Badger was lost

In canticle time

Cadence of careful

Precision of hole

Protective wall rhyme

Against all threat frost

And it rang cold

Fox was a ballad

Of venturous try

To win heart and fare

The fair and the hare

With blood never dry

Was luck’s carefree lad

The song long sold

But Mouse sang through tear

Of lost years and child

Dangers she dances

Serpent entrances

In song tilted mild

She knows tender Fear

Song not yet told.