Upon an evening fair, and bright
I happened to see a startling sight.
From high above, in a bird's nest,
Something shone, fire or gold, I knew not which.
The fowl flew quickly, they wouldn't rest,
Nevermind inviting me to be a guest.
The light from above continued to twitch,
My eyes widened with awe as it from it's perch it rose.
I threw myelf into a moss covered ditch,
And watched as as the twilight grew rich.
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