The Latest Spring
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Well, we were all out in the icy air,
behaving as if Spring weren't later
than we'd ever not seen it. I had seeds
to plant and seeds to feed birds. I
loaded up the bird-feeder, looked up,
and saw a fat robin squatting on
the roof, hunkered down. It seemed
too cold to move. It looked at me.
I looked at it. Chilled and in
no mood to plant, I gave up and went
inside. Birds and I have always
gotten along just fine. I'm not sure
why. Maybe we interpret weather
similarly, and we try to say busy.
They weren't moving around
much today. Me, neither.
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Copyright 2009 Hans Ostrom
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