29.4.09
Spring
Schiller speaks:
Spring, glorious Spring - makes my spirit soar, makes my soul sing.
Makes me swat my tail to swoosh the first hungry mosquitos away.
The sunshine makes me lazy, the moonlight calls me out to play. Breezy winds swirl the live oak leaves on the ground, tease me to catch them.
I watch them from my favorite sunny spot in the flowerbed before my eyelids close for a nap.
Ahhh, spring.
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