Early Spring In the Meadow
Strolling down through the meadow today
Spring flowers are budding, growing tall,
Smaller forest creatures will be out to play.
At the far end the woodland recovers from fall,
I can hear a slight wind blow through the trees
Spring flowers are budding, growing tall.
Nothing is more refreshing than a spring breeze
Filling my congested lungs with the freshest air,
I can hear a slight wind blow through the trees.
Near the edge of the forest a fox leaves it lair,
And I watch it creep slowly toward its prey
Filling my congested lungs with the freshest air.
It makes me sad, but it’s just nature’s way,
Knowing little rabbit will become a fox’s meal
And I watch it creep slowly toward its prey.
I watch the unfolding drama, breathless still,
Strolling down through the meadow today
Knowing little rabbit will become a fox’s meal,
Smaller forest creatures will be out to play.
written March 4, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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