Goodnight from a Thicket
Walking the late-duslc road alone, I stumbled on an unseen stone. Hearing the quick step and my breath, a bird, deep-hidden thero beneath tho thicket-branches, stirred, awoke, shook feathers in her nest, and spoke as if to say: “It’s going to rain. Goodnight—l’m going to sleep again!” I paused at that small friendly speech and smiled. Cloud-darkened, out-of-rcach, was every signpost of a star; tho road was rough, the miles stretched far, but in my heart dreamed the out-of-sigkt., the drowsy bird who sang goodnight. Frances Frost
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Manawatu Times, Volume 65, Issue 4, 5 January 1940, Page 5
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91Goodnight from a Thicket Manawatu Times, Volume 65, Issue 4, 5 January 1940, Page 5
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