"Soul Piercer"

"At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In a blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom."

- Thomas Hardy
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Render in Blender 2.83 Cycles. Growing very fond of particle effects lately.