Spring
At last the Spring has finally awoken,
I see trumpet heads of Daffodils,
The wind is strong, yet softly spoken,
I see so much through my Amber eyes,
The joy of Spring delivers much,
I see much more on each new day,
A new Crocus appears,
Flowers have a gentle sway,
The Cherry blossoms start to bloom,
In shades of powder pink and white,
Soon I might be enticed to leave this room,
To catch each lengthning day of light,
Nothing awakes a Feline as much,
Than the gentle arrival of spring,
I'll play with the birds, everso gentle,
Oh how I love to hear them sing.
(Poem by Anfield, inspired by a Spring day)
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