Sunday, April 12, 2015

Not Only Us

Winter weary

water-slick

the beaver

has come ashore

seeking spring.

He huddles at the water's edge

settling for some dry reeds remaining

but even from this meager meal

he pauses . . .

rises up

paws mid air . . .

sniffs

yes . . .

and just stands there

motionless . . .

spring is here at last.

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