Predators

Upon the very morning as the crocus turns its leaves The predators, flying high above, do little to deceive The scurrying awakening rodents and rabbits, too, at play Just look to the very front of them with no fears upon this day And at that very moment, the birds flew in attack Driving all the critters, to hurry and get back Swooping low, to nothing, the birds just flew away They knew they’d have another chance, again, on the next day