Nat The Koel Poem by Mill Field
Nat The Koel
The koel, male, a bird of jet
With crimson, beady eyes;
Flies between the trees quite tall
And roosts beside my wall.
At two o'clock its strident calls
The starlit dome does shatter,
From cumbent form it severs sleep
For watches of the night to keep.
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