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A collaboration over too much coffee.
coffee and pen

11 July, 2005

Farewell, Lapwing

On the lawn stands a lapwing,
In the sweet light of the moon.
I saw it in the morning,
It was still there at noon.
The rain has shed his blessing
In the happy time of June.
Silent stands the lapwing,
While a thousand crickets croon.

When winter was freezing
The bird was still around
Now the rain is pouring
Yet on his lawn he is found.
Bright may flash the lightning,
Fearful the thunder sound,
Stubborn is the lapwing;
He won’t give up his ground.

When the sun was scorching
In the summer month of May,
Unfazed stood the lapwing;
The bird was there to stay.
I have learnt this one thing
Come twilight dark or day:
To emulate the lapwing,
And persist in my way.

(This is my farewell to NCL, whose mascot is the lapwing)