Mary Webb. “Starlings.” Typescript poem, one leaf, 9″ x 8″, white wove watermarked paper. Twenty-one lines divided by pencil into three stanzas, one ink correction. Irregularly trimmed at bottom from a larger sheet, and with a small hole in upper-left corner. An imaginative piece of fun where Webb speaks of fledgling starlings, “cosily tucked in bed” by their indulgent father, refusing to believe in the predatory owl.