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  • Last night Whip-poor-will, Owl and Coyote sang harvest songs out across the fields.
    Skunk waddled down to the pond.
    Moon dipped Grass in Night's silver shawls.

    At dawn Goose winged by, so low I could hear feather and bone.
    Duck skated onto the pond.
    Squirrel buried beechnuts in the lawn.
    Maple and Oak, Sumac and Dogwood drooped heavy green.
    Sunflower showed its seed.

    And Newt splashed color as if to call out: it's time, it's time.
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