Come, bird, come.

Marcellus as a bird – a nighthawk or an owl.
He flies to the parapets at night
Settling by the arrow slits in the walls
Keenly watching the coming and goings
His eyes following in smooth lines, not missing
The slightest variation in the patterns of the night.
He flies to Hamlet. He flies away.
Then after bringing Hamlet and ghost together
He flies away for good.

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