The magpie alights at the top branch of the highest tree
his assassin eyes laser territory
at three sixty degrees snap
steel trap state of the art weaponry
trees yesterday crusifixii bones loom stark in the mist
now thrust and bud in Spring,
budding and thrusting and bursting
sun kissed and caressed
the emperor's wild wattle shouts
rejoice and bear witness
we rise from the chilly tomb of
winter
reawakening we suck on our sun
and flex new limbs and wave
in the wind
the aroma of Daphne is angel breath pervading
the garden of Eden deep pink buds open
to small white sepals
such
a simple perfect beauty
The wind ripples the pond where the last duckling dives to hide
the fox snatched her brothers,
an eagle lifted her sister
and the snake struck at supper
for a Spring time feast.
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