Spring ahead

Its nut reburied, the squirrel moves quickly away & pretends to forage.

Half of the turkeys run one way & half the other. I turn in circles.

On the night we have to set the clocks ahead, the rustle of earthworms.

We search the sky for the whistling woodcock. Nothing but the moon.

In the bathtub this morning, it’s the first wolf spider of spring!