Turnd to night

The timid hare seems half its fears to lose
Crouching & sleeping 'neath its grassy lair
& scarcely startles tho' the shepherd goes 
Close by its home & dogs are barking there
The wild colt only turns around to stare 
At passer by then knaps his hide again
& moody crows beside the road forbear 
To fly tho' pelted by the passing swain
Thus day seems turnd to night & tries to wake in vain
The owlet leaves her hiding-place at noon
& flaps her grey wings in the doubting light
The hoarse jay screams to see her out so soon
& small birds chirp & startle with affright

#poetry #environment 

#honesty

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