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
To procreate
We call her
Mum.
A bit of whimsy to warm your soul and tickle your fancy. I hope you liked it.
I can’t decide what I like more, the accompanying art or the written word that you so beautifully crafted!
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How lovely… you can comment every time *chortles* Thanks for reading.
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Happy to amuse ya!
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It is charming and appreciated enormously.
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Charming you say? Tell me more! 😉
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Aawww 👍 A lovely poem Ellen.
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A bit of spring hanky panky *sigh*
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But it’s a lovely piece Ellen.
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Thank you.
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My pleasure dear
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That crafty Mr Fox! :O
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Procreation comes well above all … even food for Reynard *whispers* he is a bit of an animal so’s been said *looks around furtively* . *chuckles*
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A fun reply
my nature tanka
a joy–mad March and all
spring in full swing
riotous procreation
vixen vexed o no
Loved your poem,
Mick
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I adore the response and the time you spent, come back soon 😀😁😇
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Thank you, soon.
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You’re welcome. What’s the world without a bit of whimsy :0)
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Quite sad me thinks!
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Indeed it would be
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Reblogged this on Kate McClelland.
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Thank you Kate x
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