Classic Poem

Inscribe on your heart
Every inch of the time at sunset.
Adjust your sleeves, unsheathe a slender sword,
And look up at the passing clouds
Among them a dark stork
Raises its head and rattles its beak.
Darting aloft, it vanishes into the sky
Never again will it be heard
It is no company for the cuckoos and the crows
That circle round the Court.