Here and there on branches bare,
A cocoon earthward swings,
Waiting, a month or two, to be a zoo,
Of six-legged flying things.
Earth is so pleased to end the freeze,
It’s bursting up with joy.
And down the street, with peddling feet,
Rides a six-year boy. [1] -eab, 4/1971
[1] Andrew in the first grade, riding his new red bike bought by Granddaddy and Grandmother Scarbrough. Written in Paris, OH.
