Spring's Rebound

Something's not right thought Horace Hound As he sprang from his bed with a harried bound To rush outside while he grumbled and frowned. Singing birds made a sweet soft sound And tiny sprouts had appeared all round. Branches of trees that had lately stayed browned With green leaves and buds were now regally crowned. Musky earth smells that were quite profound Arose from the dark damp garden's ground. When under the oak tree he noticed a mound His uneasy thoughts did a quick turn around. Spring had come with its warm rebound, And under the dirt was a bone to be found. For Michael Vacek's Spring Fling Zing Thing King Contest 4-14-18