First For the Year:

I got my first duck feather today, First one for the season of spring, Standing up proudly, I couldn't walk away, To me, feathers are gifts, straight from the wing. I watched as the turtles all swam about, And saw a cormorant perched on the rocks, With little blue wrens, so tiny and stout, And behind the bushes lurking, was a red fox. I have walked this path many times before, So many massive pine trees so royal on the way, I will always come back to this place I am sure, Just to sit and watch all the majestic trees sway. But where have all the rabbits gone from last year? I think the rangers poisoned them, to make them disappear. /|\