A Song of Spring

BY RICHARD AND SAGE COX

Dee... Dee... Dee... Dee... Chickadee!!! I A quick flicker of white like sun through a dark picket fence.

A crawling black fly on a grey shingled wall snatched up in bouncing, busy flight

the fly a brief pip of time.

Grey moss—speckled tree

and the bird in tones of darkness and light were truly melded as one

while the fading white and brown forest floor were of the season of moulting rabbit.

The Chickadee with sleepy fly

rabbit with green swelling bud

are promises growing with the brighter sun° Snow no sooner gone

then come tumbling flights of new creation and new thatched nests and robbing crows

warm rains to fill the short time of comfort, no hunger now but_cats and crows and Chickadees!!!!

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