BLACK CAT POEMS
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The Red Bird
When the summer sky is a tent of blue,
And rosy June is the regnant queen,
A crimson shuttle, he flashes through
The leafy warp of the forest green.
And the thread of a sweet song follows him,
In mazy tangles of shade and sun,
And stretches away in the distance dim--
And the bonny bird, and the song--are one!
poems by Andrew Downing