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In the pine fragrant cottage
Just before the pink flush of dawn
There comes the sound that frightens into wakefulness
The tamping, stamping steps
Crossing the small wooden bridge
That connects our little island
To the larger one called Tar
The footfalls of herons with near-human sound
Metamorphosed creatures moving with unerring grace
In the moon-filled night of Pan.

ARW

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