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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