Springtime Fancies
by Lenora Rain-Lee Good

Grumbleskins stretched, scratched,
woke from his long nap.

His nose twitched, he smelled green,
and sun, and warm.

Out of his den, he ambled to the stream,
drank clear, cold water, sighed with pleasure.

He caught fish, beaver, ate his fill. Found his
favorite scratching tree, stood, stretched,

exhaled with pleasure as he rubbed
against the bark, loosing winter fur.

He sniffed sweet blooms, ate tender greens,
And then the bees came with their sweet,

inviting, whines. Grumbleskins laughed,
followed the bees, and partied on sweet honey.



 

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