Poem 21: my house

Little house on a hill
not falling

The Tui bird a morningsong
is calling

All day the clouds write letters
on the sky

And at dusk the Tui sings
goodbye

One by one the lights are switched
To dark

The hill beyond, a mirror
to the stars

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