Thank you, black squirrel,
for the glimpse of your quicksilver curves,
your shiny coat and deft digging
in my planter box.
You're eating the old bulbs I planted yesterday
but please
feel my welcome to them.
I'd forgotten to plant the crocus and
spring anemones
some long ago autumn
and
I'd hoped to revive them but
my jolt of delight from your
feline back-foot scratching
is all the liveliness of spring
I need.
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