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Fig Tree’s New Line of Fabric (Photo credit: Quiltsalad) |
A patchwork quilt is on a rail
Straddling a white-washed fence
It had been left in the yard one night
And has lain forgotten ever since
A warren has made their home beneath
Sheltered from dew and sun
A curtain from the bitter winds
Once their day is done
Strands of thread have been pulled
From the tattered torn part
To cushion gentle nests
Where young birds’ lives will start
Squirrels scamper briskly
Between horizon rails
To settle down for winder
And brave the stormy gales
Forgotten by its makers
It finds a life anew
By sheltering wild creatures
From coldness and from dew