Busy Spring

Three blue eggs three feet above the ground
Hear father sing!
Three bags of guts, three mouths that yawn.
So much to bring!.
One fledgling now, that runs to twitch and fawn
With drooping wing.
Two hunters and a beggar, where have the others gone?
And where is spring?

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