On a Spring Afternoon

The big bee buzzing my office window,
flying his sorties in the mid-day light,
comes with the chatty brown squirrels
and birds swooping into my sight.

Mom’s fighting ants in her kitchen,
and neighbors are worried ’bout skeeters,
while the crocus blooms in small bursts
like yellow, white and purple heathers.

And I stretch my legs in front of me,
curling my toes and yawning wide,
fat and happy in the knowledge
to winter’s death I can say goodbye.

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