The Fish Are Biting

A plethora of colorful wildflowers are in bloom in the country, and the hay fields smell sweet, for April showers have washed the pungent cow manure deep into the ground to nourish the crop's hungry roots. The songbirds are brooding their clutch of eggs, and soon, I’ll hear their hatchling chicks squabbling over their meal of caterpillars and worms. Soon, their flight feathers will fill in, and they will exercise their wings. Preparing for fledgling and the miracle of flight, when they'll soar into the heavens, touch the face of God, and achieve the impossible. Summer is on its way, and all the young children’s hearts are beating wildly in anticipation of a summer of fun, enjoying a well-earned vacation from schoolwork. the sun shines brightly pollywog morph into frogs... the fish are biting (Haibun) 7/1/2018