If there is a bird
Designed for all this wet weather
It has to be the heron
Who sits miserably hunched up
With his long coat
Of sad, grey feathers
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n.b. On an oak bough over a river, just east of Sherbourne, he sat and stared gloomily into the rushing water – catching the mood precisely.
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CLP 12/10/2019
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