When that April/May season of sweet rain
Our old world washes free of winter pain;
When every slip and shoot is big with sap,
And even blocks of wood wake from their nap.
When feath'ry breezes tickle beastly ears,
And hibernating bears rise from their biers.
When the spry, light-heeled Sun runs with the ram,
Frolicsome fishes leap the beaver's dam! -
When birds of every feather twit and tweep,
And fretful Nature noisily from sleep
Draws fresh green creatures forth from melting snow...
On migration animals long to go.
And fauna to fan out to far off lands,
To hallowed ground, and ancient sacred strands.
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The Cricketary Tales of Jeffrey Jawser
PoetryA takeoff on Chaucer's "Canterbury Tales," with the characters not pilgrims, but animals on migration. Much poetry in the style of Chaucer.
