To end my days, with renewed
Life-interest!
Ear-turned, while less turned off by
Living's annoy;
At all these quiet changes.
Inland from coast.
Those out of sea's range of sound.
Inlet boardwalk's.
Plover's breeding season squawks!
And for bittern
If coy sounds, its feeding hour's
Dove-splashings' joy!
angelsea
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