vernal ditherings

springtime

never really dies

instead

out of season

it hides & skives

yet old ewes & rams

were once new lambs

there are traces of spring

in everything

then cometh the owl

it launches

an attack

a dawn raiding party

then winter

 is sacked

yes death to death

breathe life on black

aye

it's called springtime

'cause it always bounces back

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