Beautiful fogged morning,
mist rolling down off the range,
down the conservation field,
and on down to the river.
Buds and birds and moths and spiders
active with delight at the warm Friday.
Birds racing about competing
and courting and flirting,
as the aged Maple's buds slowly turn
into beautiful masses of small red bouquets,
covering the grand old tree as it greets yet another Spring.
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