Connie Yost (5/27/38 / Reed City, Michigan)
Tiny painted turtle the size of a quarter,
Rabbit and Sons trim the beans a lot shorter.
Red fox with black sox and magnificent tail,
Blue birds teach fledglings to bath without fail,
Splishing and splashing in birdie-bath bliss,
Nature was never any better than this!
When white tails are glimpsed through a curtain of leaves,
I thank God for gifting us treasures like these!
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