I do hate the squirrels;
I hate the squirrels very much;
Thus my morning mood.
He keeps on trying;
This squirrel is so ingenious;
All to no avail.
Small roaring rivers
Join and race before my house:
Yesterday's rainfall.
Lakes on the lawn;
As if they've always been there.
(Maybe they have been.)
Cold wind up the road;
Cloud filled sky without sunshine;
Officially Spring.
Stream bed is happy;
No torrents but constant flow;
Maybe it is Spring.
Roadside pool is full;
Winter dreams have been realized;
(Dreams of summer now?)
Toc jogs up the hill;
Trish follows at her own pace;
A happy couple.
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