ON THE FIRST DAY OF APRIL
As they circle and soar
In wide leisurely glides
The western sun silvers
Their wings’ undersides:
Four ebony vultures
On a springtime patrol
Back from the southlands
To clean up our roads
While a pale full moon
On the eastern horizon
Rises to bestow
A benevolent benison
And at the small pond
Two redwings chatter
To welcome the emergence
Of ice-free water.
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