What a lovely, poetic day it was on the Trail yesterday. I never thought so many Baboons could be so moved by their cherished appliances.
Which is odd, because today is really the day for rhymes – it’s the first day of Spring in the Northern Hemisphere. Of course only the persistent strength of the sun tells us this. Look outside and you’d swear it was still winter.
Still, the urge for a nice springtime Tra-La! sends me to the seasonal rhyming dictionary.
Of all the creatures seasons bring
I love the frozen birds of spring
Their frigid talons clutch the trees
They work to bend their icy knees
They set their snowy, arctic eyes
to sing an ode to slushy skies.
Though winter lingers far too long
They lift constricted throats in song
Their warbles, painfully expressed
from slushy lung and freezing breast
emerge, reluctantly, as squeaks
In polar air through frosty beaks.
These chilly chirps congeal and thud,
like hardened bricks of song-filled mud
that tumble out a brittle tune
made by a bird who came too soon.
When have you arrived too early?