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Allan Blanch: ‘At Nightfall’
['Quadrant Verse']
Quadrant
Allan Blanch: ‘At Nightfall’At NightfallAs the day diedHe briefly pondered whySix cockatoos, jet-black,With slow wing-flapAnd doleful, grating cryFlew towards the WestAcross the darkening sky.
This vision is an augury:Memento mori.
Allan Blanch
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