One of Spring's hidden treasures.
beneath the Wandering Jew,
lay babies small
with no fur at all,
slick with the morning dew.
Crouching down beside the nest,
gingerly I seek to find
a tangled womb
in need of more room
cradling nature's kind.
Barely moving, crowded brood,
bodies cupped together rest
safely inside,
together abide,
waiting for Mother's breast.
Each day brings a changing view
as their fur begins to grow,
tawny brown
soft as eiderdown,
warm in the melting snow.
Springtime's birth brings life again.
Creation's time to play.
A plan devine,
sweet as apple wine,
as bunnies hop away!
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-04-06 at 21:14
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Creation's Time to Play
Down below the scattered mulchbeneath the Wandering Jew,
lay babies small
with no fur at all,
slick with the morning dew.
Crouching down beside the nest,
gingerly I seek to find
a tangled womb
in need of more room
cradling nature's kind.
Barely moving, crowded brood,
bodies cupped together rest
safely inside,
together abide,
waiting for Mother's breast.
Each day brings a changing view
as their fur begins to grow,
tawny brown
soft as eiderdown,
warm in the melting snow.
Springtime's birth brings life again.
Creation's time to play.
A plan devine,
sweet as apple wine,
as bunnies hop away!
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
Read 1052 times
Written on 2006-04-06 at 21:14
Tags Spring Nature
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