Insects go in hiding from the birds and the grasshopper fails to leap. The redhead pecks a hole in a tree, to store food for his winter keep.
The harvest is over and safely housed and the open fields are quite bare, except for weeds and dry grasses making homes for the little hare.
By Sense and Nonsense in Poetry, Willis L. Tackette
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