Bright morning, cool air.
My day is about to start
when I hear the scream
of a creature caught in death.
A bird sings the funeral dirge.
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Bright morning, cool air.
My day is about to start
when I hear the scream
of a creature caught in death.
A bird sings the funeral dirge.
Stony Brook Sangha 