Class of Spring, 2013   Leave a comment

Who doesn’t smile at the first Robin they see each year?
Oblivious, hopping about, respected, honored, saluted.

Warmer air… in walks the Robin, the Goose, the little colorful ones.
The class smiles. Some cheer! High fives, handshakes, hurrays (as if happiness rides their tail feathers in.

So also come the skunk, the possum, the raccoon.
The class groans.

Raccoon should have snuck in with the birds;
No one would have noticed.

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Posted April 27, 2013 by john b in Uncategorized

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