Waltz in the Woods

With a face full of feathers,

she danced slowly around the perimeter

of the field.

It was a delicate procedure,

with a few frogs awakening

in the thawed pond nearby.

Her song remained in her throat,

as she waited to bloom in the meadow

with a spring sun.

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