Linda Hill challenges with the word March press here to read or join in the fun.
It was the sound and sight of spring,
That bouncing boxing lop eared thing.
He ruled his paddock won his mate
in his hole next the five bar gate.
The March hare mad as can be
Brings spring to life this morning for me.
Fox stalks his vixen flicks his brush
Jumps atop his choice in a rush.
Twice or thrice maybe more
grinds her into the floor
when her belly is round and full
another vixen he will pull.
March Marches to the beat
of Mother nature’s drum
We call her
A bit of whimsy to warm your soul and tickle your fancy. I hope you liked it.