Unseasonal
Ducks are flying,
mild weather in February
has lured them,
to find and build nests.
The hunters are all taken by surprise,
The beavers are hard at work,
patching and mending rickety dams,
loggers are leaning on their buzz saws.
People are storing bobble hats,
and puffer jackets.
Today it is snowing heavy,
the ducks are heading to Florida.
Bird romance
indefinitely delayed.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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