The woodpecker barks,
This knothole is his.
The cardinal calls
her mate,
He’s fighting with
his twin.
Sparrows chirp
frantically
in the magnolia tree.
The oak tree is
budding,
And yellow pine dust
Floats in the air,
The early moon shines
silver
in the evening gold
of the sun.
A spring day is ending.
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