A puff of smoke, grey fluff and feather
Bursts from a hedge
On a clumsy fledgling flight
Nature has dressed the braes around in gold
A glut of glorious daffodils
Snowdrifts beneath the tree
Are a distant memory
The clock ticks on
Round the changing face of seasons
The mirror shows late winter all year round
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