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| Cedar Waxwing in the Pussy Willow |
Budding forth the first harbinger of spring
Alas you bloom and birds begin to sing
Found along ponds and wooded paths
Your beauty is fragile, does not last
Willow buds encased in an angelic fur
In winter, you cocooned, did not stir
Then emerged as soft as a kitten paw
You wait, at the end of winter's thaw
Counted among Springs first blooms
You may be ignored, but never gloom
Those soft fuzzy angelic buds awake
And with showy bright flowers create
A welcome feast for hungry birds
Bumblebees, butterflies, insects, too
The first sweet drink of the season
Willow's welcome feast, good reason
Rich throated, sweet its spring nectar
Bright yellow flowers, the connector
Watch for the willow's bloom as it brings
The first sweet reminder that it is Spring
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