A Cackle of Good News
Lots of time
to stretch into my body today.
Shake some fog and gristle
out of moribund muscle.
Bluebirds are flying somewhere,
the Blue Jays cackle the good news.
The fox kits are dancing on the thin frost
kicking up flakes of blue lightning.
I guess it's Spring,
daffodil bulbs are warming up
just beneath the awakening earth,
when they arrive
they will dance in the wind
just like the young fox pups.
I might try a few steps also
bust out of my funk
with a jiggery flick of an ankle
snap at the sun
and cackle
along with the Blue jays.
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