Bedtime in the sunlight

Spring crawls towards the Arctic
like some
s l o w
lumbering
BEAR

He grumbles, sometimes
burdened as he is
by trails of birds
fluttering
heavy with song
They burst over you
fireworks
in the townlight
if you aren't

careful.

His head
does ache
with the bobbing
incessant
of pregnant buds
sowed in print
unfurling!
as he trudges along
sniffing
the thawing snow
out
and
away!

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Per a Annia... And for you too