Pictures courtesy of Paul and Linda Fischetti

Spring,
The birds return, from their long sojourn, while the trees of the woods, barren of leaves, begin to sprout again.

I spot a deer, no, not one but two,

That sprightly deer,

Looking for shoots, buds, and fruits.

It is time to eat,

It’s time for fawns,

Just like Spring, A time for rebirth.
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