KOOF AI^D MEADOW 



BIRDS FEOM A CITY ROOF 



I LAID down my book and listened. It ■was 

 only the clioking gurgle of a broken rain- 

 pipe outside : then it was the ripple and swish 

 of a meadow stream. To make out the voices of 

 redwings and marsh- wrens in the rasping notes 

 of the city spari'ows behind the shutter reciuired 

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