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I raced towards the forest with my daughter

Attracted by a sound like running water

And lone behold what a strange sight we found

A flock of grey thrush, in their hundreds around

My mind turned to Hitchcock and what he could’ve thought

To see a gathering of birds so abundant

My initial “Why?” was redundant

But soon found that their prey were rowans

Red, fruitful, late autumn remnants

And like the great man, I too was weirdly affected

By this obstreperous flurry and pecking

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