With Eyes on His Feathers
Even though it’s cold and the ground is still frozen, this guy sees spring in his future.
He pranced and stomped and squealed.
With eyes on his feathers, I admit I almost fell for him.
He swayed to the right and to the left, just waiting for the right girl to come along.
The wind caught his feathers but it didn’t seem to bother him one bit. He just kept right on going, standing tall and beautiful.
I hope this first day of March gets you frisky and excited about spring approaching. It excites me to no end at the thought of daily sunshine and short-sleeve shirts. I know we still have more cold in our future but today I’m going to wear bright feathers in my hair in anticipation for the warmth of spring.
Happy Friday everyone!