The rabbit
in the
doorway
Looked
out onto
March
A grey
sky
waiting
for Snow
on the approach
All eyes
were on
the lion
His shaggy
Winter coat
that hung
as well
as any hell
but could
Not melt
the frost
Hope was
sleeping
Days away
Inside
the ring
of Lamb
Content
to let
March
spring
nature's
timeless
hand
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