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Winter At Forest Hut
The spring is gone
The weather is growing cold
Birds of rain are not seen much
Scrubland birds are becoming bold
The drongo calls in triumph
Along with the long-tailed shrike
The raptors are back in form
Dry conditions they like
The days are trifle short
Hear the treepie's rambling calls
The sun sets quickly
As frosty darkness falls
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