Newly motivated winds blow 'charge! '
All the birds flutter, flustered.
Shake leaf, twig and bough.
Whilst pulling back, as storm-ralliers
On their reins, for now.
The foe? What with tightest of wrappings
Were of their miserable selves
Merciless o'ertook.
Pain's fondlers and coddlers. Elders, all.
Out their malaise shook.
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