Siren of a day
Sate on a rock of old
With cove in it
Wherein
The siren hid from
Curious eyes:
No sound made she
No song
No humming
But looked
With affrighted eyes
For it was day
And
She was out of her
Habitat:
Waited for a quick dusk
And then
A long and splendid glorious night.
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