The First Day of Spring

The First Day of Spring

It’s the first day of spring.

Daylight and darkness are equal,

but, for me, it’s the longest

day of the year.

Humans get so excited

when they see me.

I wish I knew who

started that myth

about seeing the

first robin of spring.

Besides, I don’t control

the weather.

Late snows aren’t a 

picnic for me either.

Flying in that stuff is brutal.

No one de-ices me and

I don’t have windshield wipers.

I get tired of eating frozen food

and don’t get me started on

shoveling out the nest.

Well, it’s only 24 hours.

Then, I can go back

to being just another

one of the birds.

This poem was written in response to this week's prompt on Poetic Asides.

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