Sat on my
Neighbor's lawn.
The time was
Half-past noon-day sun
(A good while after dawn).
They scurried up to branches
And danced around with glee,
I swore I spied a secret smile
That swirled about that tree.
One of them alighted
And motioned to the rest,
"Spring's around the corner, boys...
Get going ! Go get dressed ! "
Their cries alerted groundhogs,
And one peered 'neath
My deck...
There was no sign
Of Spring in 'there';
It muttered,
"What
the heck? ! ?"
A grey squirrel